From the very first moment Jessie set her eyes upon this so-called ‘Sweet Tune Guru’, she immediately felt threatened by her presence. Not only was she a real looker with a graceful demeanor, she also instantly became everyone’s center of attention the moment she arrived. Just now, Jessie even overheard Walter asking her out for dinner. What made her so special?
“Jessie, are you done?” Walter spoke in a cold voice which held a note of caution.
Jessie was so pissed by his tone that she shrieked, “Walter, don’t I even have the right to lecture some crew members as Young Lady Hunter?”
As soon as she said that, all the crew members dared not utter a word, dreading the possibility of offending Jessie even further and losing their jobs because of that.
“This place isn’t under your family’s control so you don’t have the authority to lecture any of the crew members here!” Janet spoke in a level voice which contained a subtle warning.
“You…” Stunned by what she heard, Jessie’s eyes turned dark as she snapped, “Great! Now the both of you are bullying me! Watch out, b*tch; I’ll ask my dad to fire you!” She shouldn’t be so cocky being just a composer, Jessie thought. Since her father’s company had so many talented composers working for him, they could always find someone else to compose the song. How dare she go against me—Young Lady Hunter?
Ignoring the expression on Jessie’s face, Janet walked out of the recording studio. She pursed her bright red lips in annoyance, thinking that Jessie was being too cocky as the daughter of the Hunter Family. Walter, who was worried that Janet might have forgotten about their dinner date, quickly caught up with her.
After the two left, Jessie gave her assistant who was standing next to her a vicious kick and cursed resentfully under her breath, “What a slut.”
Looking at Jessie’s face which was red with fury, all the crew members could barely hold in their snigger. Prior to this, Jessie had always maintained an adorable and innocent image on set but today, the crew members finally saw her true colors and all of them responded to it with contempt. She thought she could have everything her way just because she was the daughter of Nottom Entertainment’s president. Little did she know that her behavior only caused severe damage to her image and reputation.
…
At the office of Lowry Family Conglomerate, Henry was leaning against a sofa made of genuine leather with a cigarette dangling between his fingers. With a crafty smile, he asked, “Young Master Mason, are you waiting for Janet’s call?”
Mason was lying on the other sofa looking alluring and sexy with the collar of his black shirt left unbuttoned, revealing his nicely sculpted collarbone and a large area of his well-toned chest.
Henry shuddered and said in amusement, “The two from the Campbell Family and the Cardiff Family paid me a visit, asking me a favor to persuade you to let them go.”
Curling the corners of his lips into a sly smirk, Mason responded in a sinister tone, “It’s just a very mild punishment for them.”
Henry pursed his lips, thinking that Mason must have a very different definition of ‘mild’ compared to everyone else. What Mason had done was he had tamped down the business of the two families in Asia for half a year. During the period, the two families would lose a major part of their source of income and they would have to be mentally prepared to face bankruptcy and constantly live on tenterhooks. Other than Mason, there might not be anyone else in Asia who had the ability to pull off something as vicious as that.
Suddenly, Mason’s phone beeped. In a flash, he stopped everything at hand to open the message he just received on Messenger. Sean: ‘Young Master Mason, Miss Jackson is at the largest recording studio in Sandfort City now.’
Mason frowned at the message, wondering why Janet would be at that sort of place. He stood up and smoothened the crease on his shirt before putting his suit jacket over his arm.
Henry teased, “Have you found Miss Janet?”
Mason cast him a glance, a trace of barely noticeable joy hidden in his dark eyes.
…
By the time Janet walked out of the largest studio in Sandfort City, it was already almost eight o’clock at night. The chilly wind soon enveloped her to remind her it was early winter in the city. Usually, the weather would only become wintry in February or March but to everyone’s surprise, the winter this year came early in January.
“Are you cold?” Walter asked her in a deep and gentle voice. “Do you need my coat?”
After a long beat, Janet waved her hands at him and answered, “Nope, you should keep it.”
Amused by her reaction, he suggested, “Let’s go and have some mulled wine.”
Janet pursed her lips and pondered over his suggestion.
