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The atmosphere at the table was surprisingly warm and friendly. A few people were great at keeping the conversation flowing, asking Joelle about her experiences abroad, how long she planned to stay this time, and, of course, the topic everyone was dying to know about–her love life.

Joelle instinctively glanced at Charles, but he was unusually quiet tonight.

One of the women at the table picked up on Charles’s aloofness and let out a sarcastic laugh. “We’re asking about your love life, Joelle–why are you looking at Mr. Sinclair? He’s already married, after all.”

The moment those words were spoken, the mood at the table shifted, becoming tense and awkward.

Panic flickered in Joelle’s eyes. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

The woman rolled her eyes, folding her arms. “I heard you’ve got a boyfriend overseas–he even chased you all the way back here, didn’t he? But you didn’t bring him tonight. What, planning to dump him and pick someone new off the guest list?”

Joelle barely hid her disgust. The woman who mouthed off wasn’t even some high–society queen–she was just arm candy for one of Joelle’s admirers.

Seriously, jealousy really does make people say the craziest stuff.

As expected, the man sitting next to her smacked her across the face. “Beat it. No one wants to hear your nonsense here.”

The woman burst into tears, covering her face as she ran out of the room.

Joelle’s eyes grew red as she sighed. “I swear, it’s not like that. That guy isn’t my boyfriend–he’s just some crazy superfan who keeps following me around.”

She rubbed her temples, a trace of frustration appearing on her face. “Anyway, thanks for coming tonight, everyone.”

She looked a little tired and reached for the glass beside her, but as she did, her wrist was exposed–showing faint purple marks from being tightly gripped.

Quentin was the first to notice; his face went cold, like a block of ice.

“Joelle, your hand…” Quentin said, voice tight with concern.

Joelle hurriedly covered her wrist, giving a strained little smile. “It happened when I was too deep into a movie role–I got so lost in the character I couldn’t pull myself out. That’s all…”

Oscar let out a sigh. “You mean The Ashes, right? The one that got you Best Actress. Honestly, you inhabited that role so well that when I saw you last year, I thought you might still be living it. Glad to see you’re doing much better now.”

Joelle nodded, lowering her eyelashes. “I really appreciate your advice back then, Mr. Rowe. It helped me a lot.”

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as the topic settled, people at

so he got up and headed for the bathroom.

lifted his chin just a touch as he made his

said a word. The silence hung heavy

“Hey, Ms. Grant. Yeah, I’m done here. I’ll be right

pressed tight. He looked seriously uncomfortable, like he just wanted

few steps, then paused as he heard the uneasy footsteps behind him. He turned

do you want?”

and walked straight past

out

had rubbed him the wrong way, because Leo immediately bristled.

Ian replied with

Leo was fuming.

lot and got into Yolanda’s

her phone, checking some documents. She’d already totally scrapped the idea of working with Quentin–he was Joelle’s ultimate simp, hopelessly devoted to her. Seriously, every time he went abroad in

second–guess herself. She glanced up as Ian slid into the passenger seat, a small smile tugging at her lips.

just snorted and stared out the window, not

wrong? Didn’t the meeting with the director go

onto his lap. “The meeting with the director went smoothly. It was running

Yolanda wondered, trying to wrap her head around what Ian

guy? Who’s backup guy is

grabbed a disinfectant wipe from the side and started wiping his fingers, one by

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him in confusion, wondering what he was about to do. Suddenly, he reached over and grabbed her chin, prying her mouth

to say a word,

giving Yolanda a possessive look. “Didn’t I tell you–you

she just froze

a couple of muffled protests, urgently signaling for him to let

next second, his lips descended on hers in a fierce,

He held

why he was

Leo meant absolutely nothing to

her. ‘Damn, he really is good–looking–even up close, he’s just crazy gorgeous,’

a

of inexperienced, but somehow so domineering–and then there’s that brooding, possessive