Chapter 41

Lucy paused, her countenance momentarily suspended, before her smile intensified, radiating an even greater brilliance.

Leaning closer to Sylvia, she feigned a discreet conversation, her voice barely audible. “Those three directors hold significant sway within our company, known figures in their own right. The fate of our artists rests in their hands. Ms. Lancelot, I implore you not to antagonize them.”

Sylvia nodded expressionlessly.

Once their private conversation concluded, they pivoted Sylviafully.

The three directors fixed their gaze upon Sylvia, their eyes gleaming with avarice, an unsettling sight that stirred a wave of nausea within her.

“Director Lancelot, I must say, you more than live up to your reputation. I mean, not only are you drop–dead gorgeous, but your figure is on point too.”

One of the directors, Mr. Wesley, spoke up.

Sylvia responded with a gracious smile, “I’m truly flattered. You all are the ones who truly stand out.”

Lucy extended a welcoming gesture, inviting everyone to have a seat.

Lifting her glass, she took the initiative to toast Sylvia. “Here’s to you, Ms. Lancelot, for engaging in our first face–to–face business discussion since assuming your role. I raise my glass in a toast, wishing you every success.”

She insisted, pressing the glass of red wine into Sylvia’s hand.

Sylvia elegantly swirled the wine glass and brought it to her nose, savoring the aroma. “The 1982 Lafite, truly a splendid choice.”

With a gentle smile, she delicately clinked glasses with Lucy before raising her head and swiftly downing the contents in one gulp.

Another director chimed in, offering a flattering remark. “I must admit, Director Lancelot, I’m pleasantly surprised by your knowledge of red wine. Your expertise in drinking is awe–inspiring, and your charm is undeniable. Please allow me to raise a toast in your honor.”

Sylvia inquired, “Wasn’t today’s agenda meant to cover the casting decisions for Epicent Films‘ script? Why was there no mention of it?”

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The directors displayed a nonchalant demeanor. “Certainly, we will address it, but it’s customary to enjoy a drink before diving into business matters at the table. Director Lancelot, you know the rules, don’t you?”

The three directors smiled and raised their glasses, toasting her one after another.

Sylvia didn’t refuse. She drank one glass after another.

In the president’s office of the Grammer Group.

A knock echoed through the door as Tim entered. Carrying himself with respect, he handed over a piece of information regarding Sylvia.

“Mr. Fallen, we have verified this information three times. This is the result. Please take a look.”

Edgar accepted the document and studied its contents intently, his brow slightly furrowed, reviewing it repeatedly.

the surface, her experience appeared flawless,

experience before age 15, with no specific details provided. The circumstances surrounding her time in the orphanage remained a mystery

truly someone in the world that even elite hackers couldn’t

Tim asked, “Would you like them to persist in their investigation?”

“No need.”

her past. It would be futile to persist

window, lighting a cigarette, his gaze

the iPad and inquired, “Mr. Fallen, you had a dinner engagement scheduled a week ago. Are you still

“Yes.”

party of Epicent

them took turns encouraging Sylvia to drink, raising their glasses in

graciously accepted each one

the

consumed six bottles of red

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on a faint rosiness, and she appeared even more captivating beneath the illumination. Yet,

head, a hint of melancholy clouding

tolerance for alcohol. How could Sylvia remain unfazed while

were practically at

poured herself another glass of red wine and downed it, although no one asked her to drink this

with those clear and radiant eyes, Sylvia fixed her gaze on each of them in turn. Her smiles, while beautiful, carried a hint of subtle

all

were completely in awe!

they would never have believed that this woman could remain unaffected by

you stopped drinking? Shouldn’t we proceed with

took the

a toast

sharp glances at Lucy, conveying their expectation for her

reached their limits. Any further drinking would likely result

her teeth, fully aware that she couldn’t let things continue this

her a bag of some secret stuff that was completely undetectable in color and taste. It was meant

Director Moore, who understood her

with a smile.

you had a chance to review the script plan for our new male lead?” Director Moore inquired.

Director Moore retrieved a document and extended it to

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Lancelot, why don’t you take a look and let me

up to

snapping sound echoed

to her, Lucy dropped her

to drink tonight. Let me get you

at Lucy

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