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Again Marriage 222

    <b>Chapter </b><b>222 </b>


    Westin’s eyes widened in surprise. “A woman?”


    But the more he thought about it, the more sense it made.


    That ck vortex painting–so saturated with deathly stillness and despair–was pure emotion, not technique.


    Only a woman could channel feelings so raw and nuanced onto a canvas.


    “I want to meet my senior even more now, Westin admitted, unable to hide the eagerness in his voice.


    He was <b>desperate </b>to see more of Aria’s work


    Mono wanted to see her too. <b>In </b><b>all </b><b>those </b>years, aside from their brief apprenticeship, they’d barely crossed paths. Aria was always busy.


    When she finally found <b>a </b>moment of freedom<b>, </b>she’d suddenly gotten married–without a word to him.


    Divorced, too, and never breathed <b>a </b>syble. The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became


    The private suite was thick with smoke. Vanessa endured it with <b>a </b>poker face, doing her best not to cough


    Besides the “big boss” Dawson <b>had </b>warned her about and Ondo, there were two filmpany CEOs in attendance, each nked by a stunning actress -the brightest stars in the entertainment industry.


    All except <b>Vanessa </b>knew exactly how to y the game: pouring drinks, making conversation, serving up the kind of emotional energy these rooms demanded.


    Russell and Ondo, strikingly handsome, didn’t take advantage or make lewd jokes; the actresses smiles were genuine, needing no cues from their bosses<b>. </b>


    Yet the man in ck–the one with a diagonal scar over his left brow and an aura colder than ice–was so intimidating no one dared get too close.


    So it was Ondo who found <b>himself </b>sandwiched between two ambitious beauties, both determined to charm him,


    Meanwhile, Dawson and the others were deep in negotiations with Russell about Neb’s expansion into domestic film


    <b>Neb</b>, after all, was one of Masmubia’s most powerful studios, responsible for blockbuster after blockbuster, its stars household names around the globe.


    Russell, though a Huthailian, was one of Neb’s top executives, responsible for all business in the country.


    <b>But </b>CEO was just his public face, what truly unnerved people was his background.


    Dawson <b>only </b>knew bits and pieces, but he knew enough: cross this man and you’d disappear without a trace.


    One of the film bosses piped up, “Mr. Nicholson, we’ve heard Neb’s nning to invest in Huthalia. Is there <b>already </b><b>a </b>project works?”


    <b>Russell </b>simply nodded. Theughterded. Everyone leaned in


    His gare slid to Vanessa’s untouched <b>ss</b>. “Miss Ward, are you feeling unwelt


    Dawson caught on instantly, shooting Vanessa a warning nce–drinking was nothing in their world, just another part of the business.


    Vanessa didn’t flinch; she filed her <b>ss</b>, offered Russell a bright smile, and said, “Mr. Nicholson, lit me boast to you, if you have any projects, thope you’ll consider Starmon Films. If <b>not</b><b>, </b>at <b>least </b>keep me in mind.”


    Chapter <b>222 </b>


    She downed the drink in one go.


    Everyone at the table had the same thought, but Vanessa was the only one bold enough to say it aloud,


    Dawson’s face twitched–he nudged Vanessa under the table, then stood to apologize. “Sorry, Mr. Nicholson. Our actress tends to <b>speak </b>be


    Russell said nothing. Ondo smiled faintly, “No harm done. Miss Ward is just looking out for her future.”


    A bit blunt, but honest.


    Dawson quickly shifted gears. “There’s <b>a </b>new sci<b>–</b>fi film in the pipeline. Miss Ward would be perfect for <b>one </b>of the roles–perhaps she could <b>audition</b>?”


    Russell nodded.


    Landing a role in a Neb production was a golden ticket, the sort of opportunity that transformed careers overnight.


    Everyone <b>at </b>the table was stunned.


    Dawson nearly bounced back into his chair, while Vanessa raised <b>an </b>eyebrow, <b>sensing </b>something off beneath the surface.


    One of the CEOs <b>teased</b><b>, </b>“See, Vanessa? The rest of you should take notes.”


    The other actresses, emboldened, tried to be just as direct, but neither Russell nor Ondo offered them any promises. Regret was written all over the


    faces.
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