<b>Chapter </b><b>197 </b>
<b>Chapter </b><b>197 </b>
When the director and the leads marched out, all the supporting actors and extras couldn’t hold back their curiosity–<b>they </b>streamed after fram ki a
swarm.
Those who were still shooting froze in disbelief. “What’s going on? Looks like there’s a major scandal brewing.<b>” </b>
“Tina and Vanessa are both missing. Something must have happened to one of them.”
“My money’s on Vanessa. Definitely not Tina.”
Word reached Tina, and she hiked up her dress and bolted, makeup forgotten, worry gnawing at her–if Aria lost her temper, she might just blurt out <b>that </b>she was the Fletcher family heiress.
A crowd of dozens surged forward, just in time to witness Dawson getting spectacrly drop–kicked. His security team jumped in to save him <b>and </b>everyst one of them got tossed as well.
The producer getting beaten up on set? If that hit the tabloids, who would ever invest <b>in </b>them again?
The director’s head throbbed. “No one records <b>a </b>thing,” he snapped, “or you’ll be cklisted for life<b>.</b>”
Phones slid quietly back into pockets.
Aria strode over to Dawson, pointed her phone at his battered face, and snapped <b>a </b>clear photo<b>–</b>click<b>, </b>the sound echoed through the crowd.
Writhing on the ground, every bone in his body aching, Dawson spat a curse at her. “Bitch<b>, </b>you’re dead!<b>” </b>
Aria delivered azy kick–a pebble bounced off the pavement and shot straight into his mouth. Dawson choked and gagged, scrambling to spit it <b>out</b>.
Aria sent the photo straight to the Stars Group executives‘ chat, hit record, and fired off <b>a </b>voice message: [Whose son is this little mutt? <b>You’ve </b>got thirty minutese collect your trash.]
No one in their right mind would believe a creep like him was a real producer–unless his dad was someone at the very top.
The crowd gaped.
Tina watched with a mix of awe and anxiety. ‘No wonder she nearly sent her own mother to the hospital in a rage–Aria really was outrageous<b>, </b>acting without <b>a </b>care for the consequences.‘
The director hurried over to help Dawson. “Are you all
right?”
Dawson’s eyes were bloodshot as he red at Aria. The moment he tried to speak<b>, </b>one of his front teeth ttered to the ground. He let out a strangled, animal wail.
Vanessa, finally finished with her hacking, stretched and threw open the car door–just in time <b>to </b>catch the aftermath. “Holy shit,” she blurted, unable to stopughing.
She’d missed the ruckus outside–the RV was soundproof, and she’d been absorbed in her work.
But seeing Dawson’s battered face now, she couldn’t help herself.
“Call the police! I want her in jail!” Dawson sputtered, lisping through his missing tooth.
People around him were struggling not tough.
Vanessa howled.
Tina finally understood how the two could be friends–birds of a feather, those two.
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<b>The </b><b>director </b>barked orders to seal off the area, calling in the PR team to make sure nothing leaked.
<b>He’d </b>picked up enough to realize Aria wasn’t just any ordinary visitor. Maximo, though<b>, </b>was oblivious he yelled at Vanessa, <b>“</b><b>Your </b>friend’s tatar trouble and you’reughing?<b>” </b>
Aria turned a cold gaze on him<b>. </b><b>“</b>I’m the one who hit him. Why are you yelling at her<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Maximo opened his mouth to retort, but Aria cut him off. “Just wait. Someone will be here to handle this<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Tina edged through the crowd, sidling up to Aria and whispering, “Don’t you dare say I’m your cousin, or mention I’m the Fletcher <b>family </b>heiress.
Aria blinked in mock confusion. “Cousin? I don’t recall having one.”
Tina was left speechless.
Momentster, Jasper Campbell himself arrived, looking every bit the big <b>boss</b><b>. </b>
The director rushed to exin, but Jasper brushed right past him, heading straight for Dawson.