Spoiled by the Silver Fox

Chapter 760

Truth be told, Emily was simply too wiped out to hit the town... She hadn't slept a wink last night, her nerves still jangling, and there was no chance to catch a nap in the morning, what with being whisked away to rub elbows with the high and mighty.

Come afternoon, all she yearned for was to crash and get some solid Z's.

She and Sebastian had cooked up a story to pull the wool over Stephanie's eyes, claiming her mom was bogged down with studio work and couldn't take her out. So, Emily tasked Sebastian with arranging a ride to pick Stephanie up. Stephanie swallowed the tale hook, line, and sinker without a shred of suspicion.

On the way, Stephanie quizzed Sebastian, "Hey Silver Fox, which court are we hitting up, and what are we playing?"

"What's your game?" he asked.

"I can hold my own in basketball and badminton a bit."

"Let's do badminton then. I'll call Putnam to join..."

"How about I bring Maddie and Gillian Owens along?"

"They free?"

"Don't sweat it, Silver Fox. Maddie wouldn't miss a chance to hang with Putnam! Watch, even if she's booked, she'll make time."

it took for Maddie Palmer, mid-film shoot, to make a swift exit, snagging a

production team couldn't touch

Ms. Maddie was intimidating enough to keep them at bay. But then the rumor mill churned out whispers that she might become the future lady of the Damon family, and that made her

old playbook of blue-bloods marrying blue-bloods was out. Family heads, those who call the shots, were

a dozen, pretty and plentiful, ripe for the picking, right? Do they even grasp the delays they cause on set, each one

a new haunt for Sebastian. Putnam had recommended the place, and Sebastian promptly signed up for a VIP group card, pricey as it was b but it granted unlimited free access

Maddie, and Gillian's names were

Putnam, he was

Sebastian were the

beelining for the

to slip into their sportswear before heading

wasn't the weekend, so the place wasn't packed. But Stephanie

was locked in a tennis

voice rang out in

Dashiell, mid-serve, did a

nailed rightan the forehead by

his head, he

his brother, "You had to go that hard,