Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 372

Rosita deliberately played the damsel in distress, hoping to trigger Bill's protective instincts.

This trick had always worked for her in the past.

But today, with Bill, she hit a wall.

Bill, a seasoned agent, lived by his own set of rules. Rosita's behavior had crossed a line for him.

He snapped, "Something this big, why didn't you talk to me first?"

Rosita froze, stunned that her vulnerability had absolutely no effect on him.

Unconvinced, she furrowed her brow and let her voice tremble. "Bill..."

"Save it!" Bill put one hand on his hip and jabbed a finger at her. "You could call me 'Daddy' and it still wouldn't work! Listen up-this kind of thing is strictly off- limits with me!"

Rosita hadn't expected this at all.

But Bill was unfazed and immovable, and she realized that her usual ploys weren't going to work with him.

Her expression darkened, her voice turning cold. "Well, I didn't expect you to sign me up for this show, either. Did you discuss it with me before making the decision?"

"I'm your agent," Bill retorted. "Every decision I make is for your own good. Besides, the big boss pulled strings to get you this spot-there are people fighting tooth and nail for this, and you still think you get to choose?"

Rosita was growing impatient. "Even if it's a rare opportunity, it's over now. I have to drop out!"

"Drop out? Absolutely not." Bill's tone was firm. "Mary's already thrown herself into the competition, and you want to quit?"

Mary...

Rosita remembered Mary's blatant provocations the night before, and bitterness flared in her chest.

She raised a hand to her temple. "So what do you want me to do?"

Bill stroked his chin. "You've already fainted once-why not take it further?"

Rosita frowned. "What do you mean?"

hand were injured, they'd have no choice

suggesting I

that the crew's medic gets called in. Otherwise,

"You

have

her lips

was reluctant. He sighed. "Rosita, the big boss may be backing you now, but you're not that young anymore. Actresses have a short shelf life— you're thirty-one, and after thirty-five, the roles dry up. Think

jaw, but finally nodded. "I

next morning,

the guests gathered downstairs on time-except for Rosita, who

director asked Don to

reached

was wrapped

Everyone stared, stunned.

"Ms. Lockwood, what happened?"

happened overnight?" Mary gasped, hand to mouth. "Your whole right hand

up for some water last night, felt dizzy, and took a nasty fall." Rosita managed a small smile. "The glass shattered, and I cut my hand on the

with concern.

"A few stitches

was twelve! I saw the doctor stitching her up-the gash was huge and

staying for the show, she should've gone to

The room went silent.

Rosita, her tone layered. "You

her eyes at

her expression sweet but her eyes sparking with

lips together, saying

had been provoking her, openly and

felt a ripple of anger and

to challenge her?

now, more than ever, she needed to keep her composure and maintain

image.

to look away and respond to the

and Ferdinand exchanged a look but said

had assembled, the director

into teams