The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The Golden Dome was the crown jewel of Harrowfell's fine dining scene-a restaurant where understated luxury met impeccable taste. Every corner radiated elegance, from the soft, golden lighting to the discreet hum of classical music.

Inside one of the private rooms, Gary raised his glass, his expression brimming with guilt. "Ms. Vaire, I owe you an apology regarding the lead actress role. I promised you but couldn't deliver. I'm deeply sorry." Paisley knew Gary well enough. This wasn't their first collaboration, and she understood his character. To Gary, the sanctity of art outweighed everything. If it hadn't been unavoidable, he would never have agreed to let Brittany into the project.

"Mr. Anderson, there's no need for apologies. I understand your hands were tied. It's not your fault," Paisley replied calmly, her tone devoid of blame. After all, even the most resolute director couldn't stand firm under the crushing weight of capital and influence.

Gary sighed with relief, but his guilt lingered. Without waiting for a response, he downed another glass of wine, the flush of alcohol creeping across his face. "Ms. Vaire, thank you for your understanding," he murmured, almost to himself.

In the industry, Paisley worked under the pseudonym Nion Vaire-a name that had garnered respect for her compelling scripts.

Gary had always admired her and hoped to collaborate with her again. His regret over breaking their agreement gnawed at him, and it showed in the way he nervously nursed his drink.

As a man in his fifties with a low tolerance for alcohol, Gary quickly began showing the telltale signs of intoxication.

His face turned beet red, and his words grew slightly slurred. "Ms. Vaire, I swear to you, I'll give this my all. I won't let your work be tarnished."

Paisley offered him a faint, polite smile, but her thoughts remained elsewhere. This situation had long outgrown Gary's control.

"Mr. Anderson, do you have any idea who's behind Brittany's sudden rise?" she asked after a pause. Her voice was calm but deliberate, her sharp intuition zeroing in on the real key-the mysterious figure behind Brittany.

Gary's face scrunched with uncertainty. "I don't know," he admitted as he shook his head.

Paisley wasn't surprised. She figured that whoever was backing Brittany was someone powerful enough

to keep their involvement concealed. They didn't step into the spotlight-they merely issued orders and had others execute their will.

Paisley nodded slightly, choosing not to press further.

was momentarily interrupted as the door slid open, revealing a waiter carrying artfully plated dishes. As the door moved, a figure passed outside, briefly

clicking softly against the polished floor. Dominick was already there, lounging with an

floor-to-ceiling window, the city lights glimmering faintly beyond the glass. One long, slender finger tapped idly against the table, a rhythm that betrayed his distracted mind. Marissa snapped out of her daze. Her lips curved into a smile as she approached,

"I haven't been waiting long," he

from him, motioning for a waiter to bring the

preferences I should know about?" she asked with a practiced

respond. His gaze drifted for a few moments as if her question had only just registered. "Anything's fine," he said eventually, his

of enthusiasm, she didn't show it. Her smile only seemed to brighten. "Alright then, I'll take care of it,"

with a slight nod, his attention already slipping back to whatever thoughts had occupied him

when the door closed behind him did she allow herself a playful sigh. "Honestly, Kayla's something else. She's the one

his tone betraying no annoyance. Kayla Vanderbilt, Dominick's younger sister, had been coddled her entire life, which made her a spoiled, headstrong woman with little sense of boundaries and a penchant for making noise wherever she went. Marissa

her tone casual, but her sharp eyes carefully studied Dominick's expression, trying to catch any flicker of reaction.

of something unreadable. "Yes,

already instructed Julian to handle it. By now, it should be scrubbed clean," Dominick replied, lifting his

twitched ever so slightly, though her expression remained composed. She picked up her phone and opened a few apps, only

doesn't bother me. As long as it doesn't cause you any

though there was a faint undertone of dismissal and rejection. "I've already spoken to the PR team. Such incidents won't

hidden in his words. Her

quiet unease settled over the private room, the atmosphere growing heavy. It was a relief when the waiter knocked

spoke in

as composed as

guy picking her up from the hospital last time." She paused to delicately cut into her steak, savoring a bite before adding, "Well, it makes sense.

said abruptly, rising from his seat. His face remained impassive, offering no clues

door closed behind him, Marissa's elegant facade crumbled. She put down her knife and fork, her smile fading into a blank stare. Any trace

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