here’s more to Sylvia’s background than meets his eye.
Just as this thought crossed Edgar’s mind, Tim had already hailed a cab to the scene. He was taken aback to see people scattered around, unconscious, and he let out a long sigh.
Mr. Fallen was really ruthless!
Edgar glanced at him, “Perfect timing. Bag up these gangsters and take them back for questioning. Find out who’s pulling the strings.”
“Understood.” Tim nodded.
“Also, send someone to dig into Sylvia’s background, I want all the details.”
“Roger that, Mr. Fallen.”
By the time Sylvia returned to the villa, it was already late.
Patric was waiting for her on the couch.
Sylvia told him about the night’s events, not leaving a single detail out, which caused Patric to see red. He immediately dispatched people to launch an investigation.
On the car ride home, Sylvia mulled over the incident.
Apart from the person from the Smith family who had harmed her, Sylvia didn’t have any known enemies. However, if that person knew her whereabouts, they wouldn’t just send a few small fries to insult her and record videos.
This was more like the style of the Fallen family. She didn’t believe Edgar would be impartial after uncovering this. It would be good to get one of Patric’s men to investigate.
After taking a bath, Sylvia hit the hay.
The next morning, Sylvia arrived at the company on time. Having familiarized herself with the materials the day before, she was now ready to start managing the artists‘ schedules.
Lucy was astounded by her quick grasp of things and no longer dared to deliberately make things difficult for her.
After a calm and peaceful morning, Sylvia stretched languidly, her mood exceptionally light.
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However, after lunch, the office doon was dawwed up by one
Lucy barged in, with an angry exp
Sylvia frowned, “Ever heard of knocking, Ms. Gordan?”
Lucy didn’t respond to her, instead, she thrust an iPad in front of her, “Look the time mese your
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Sylvia took the iPad and saw a photo of their own artie, Tom Walker, throwing a term on set Fortunately, his agent had intercepted the photo, or else it would be chrondated and people would accuse her artist of throwing his weight around.
Sylvia was speechless. Tom made such a big fuss just because the got another actor to replace him due to he was so playful and didn’t want to act.
“Tom’s a popular idol, all because of one day off, you had to replace him! Now you’ve poked the bear, I won’t help you clean up this mess!”
Lucy crossed her arms and coldly snorted as she said sarcastic words,
Sylvia closed the iPad, grabbed her car keys, and walked out.
Lucy ran after her, asking, “Where are you going?”
“To the crew.”
Hearing this, Lucy hurriedly followed.
Tom, this notorious hell–raiser in the company, was infamous for his volatile temperament, and his repertoire of dirty tricks seemed never–ending Lucy was chomping at the bit to see Sylvia on the receiving end of his wrath.
Lucy would then bring this up in a meeting, eager to see how long Sylvia could keep her director’s chair!
Tom’s TV series was bankrolled by Angle. It was still in the early days of shooting, with the crew on set at Holywood in Frant City. Sylvia and Lucy hot–footed it there in a mere half an hour.
Upon their arrival at the crew, they were met with the ear–splitting sound of a chair crashing to the ground.
As they got closer, they spotted a handsome eighteen–year–old man in the throes of a temper tantrum.
His agent and assistant were so petrified that they dared not breathe a word, and the rest of the crew
their distance.
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Only the cleaner, appalled by the mess he’d made, stepped forward weeps
“Young mant Look at the mess you’ve created! just because you family se koaded don’t are you can run amok like thist
But the furious man was having none of it. He picked up a tw, prepared to exp palpable. “Exactly, my family is loaded! If I dare to sinash it, I can foot twee vone of your
business!”
“You can’t smash this!”
The director, keeping his distance, felt helpless, his heart ideeding,
That was a Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain vase, a piece of a priceless treasure that he had specially borrowed to ensure the props were accurate and exquisite, Smeding it would be more than just a financial blow!
As Tom’s hand rose menacingly into the air, fear was written all over everyone’s faces,
With a contemptuous snort from Tom, his arm was seized just before he could bring the vase crashing to the ground.
He turned around in surprise to find Sylvia’s icy gaze fixed on him.
“Put it down and apologize!”
At that, Tom let out a scornful laugh. “Who are you? How dare you make me apologize?”
Lucy hastily broke in with an amicable explanation, “Mr. Walker, this is Miss Lancelot, the new agency director who started just yesterday. It was her who rejected your leave request this time. I tried to talk her around, but she insisted you were shirking your duties, and was adamant about replacing you.”
At that, Tom’s forehead veins popped out, his eyes shooting daggers at Sylvia.
“So it’s you who stirred the pot! I’ve been acting for two days. What’s the crime of taking a break? You’re only on your second day and you dare reject my leave!”
Seeing that Tom’s fury was completely directed towards Sylvia, Lucy felt a pang of schadenfreude, quietly backing away to watch the unfolding drama.
Sylvia couldn’t be bothered to engage with him. “One last time, will you apologize or not?”
Tom couldn’t restrain his anger. “I don’t lay a finger on women, but you’ve really asked for it this time!”
Everyone hearing this could almost visualize the gruesome scene they expected to unfold within a minute. They collectively dropped their gaze, not wanting to witness the scene.
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But, the expected sound of violence didn’t materialize. Instead, it quickly fizzled out
Instead of Sylvia’s scream, they were met with Tom’s blood–curdling yell.
“Ouch, let go! My arm is almost dislocated!”
Everyone turned in surprise to see Tom flat on his face, hands cruelly twisted behind his back by Sobota. His awkward pose on the floor, butt propped up by Sylvia’s high heel, was a sight for sore eyes,
His pained howls contrasted hilariously with his furious expression.
In contrast, Sylvia, with her ice–cold expression, drew cheers from the crowd.
Even his agent and assistants were gobsmacked by her audacity, momentarily forgetting to intervene.
Embarrassed by the spectacle he had become, Tom wished for the earth to swallow him whole. His
animosity towards Sylvia intensified.
“Do you even know who I am? You dare lay a hand on me! You’ve dug your own grave!*
Lucy, horrified, tried to intervene. “Let him go! He’s the second son of the Walker family of Frant City!
How could you hit him!”
The Walker family, albeit distant relatives of the Smith family, were small fry among the major families in S City. Their influence was limited to Frant City.
Not only did Sylvia not let go, but she also kicked Tom’s butt even harder.
Tom immediately howled in pain.
Seeing Sylvia disregarding her warnings, Lucy stomped her foot in a mix of frustration and pleasure. “You’re toast, Miss Gordan! Don’t say I didn’t warn you!”
Sylvia was completely indifferent to her, looking down at Tom squirming under her foot.
“You little twerp, had enough? We’ve not seen each other for a few years, and you dare to act big?”
Hearing her tone, Tom found it oddly familiar. He strained to turn his face from the ground and
scrutinized hers.
His expression swiftly shifted from agony to shock.
“You’re… Sylvia?”
Sylvia grunted, “Remember now?”
Tom nodded vigorously, “I’m sorry, Sylvia. If I knew it was you, I wouldn’t have dared act big! Please let me go! I’m in paint”
Sylvia then finally released him.
Tom dusted himself off, still grimacing in pain, but managed to smile flatteringly as he ushered Sylvia into a chair.
Everyone was left dumbfounded by the sudden turn of events.
What just happened?!
What happened to the promised showdown? What happened to the promise that Sylvia would die?
Could this bootlicking man truly be that previous enfant terrible, the second young master of the Walker family?
