Chapter 253:
“Why don’t you go and stop them?” Felipe retorted sharply, his voice laced with frustration.
Mute and chastened, the bodyguards stood helplessly.
Just then, Felipe’s assistant, who had been lingering nearby, stepped forward with a respectful nod.
“Keep an eye on Freya and Farrah. Find out where they’re staying,” Felipe instructed, his voice low but commanding.
He was firm in his belief that Freya couldn’t possibly take Farrah away from him. “Bring her back when the time is right.”
“Got it,” the assistant acknowledged with a crisp nod.
His gaze turned steely as he extracted his phone from his pocket, pausing thoughtfully before typing a message. “Keep pushing your luck. I dare you. The consequences will be brutal.”
Farrah caught sight of the text just as she stepped into Freya’s neatly kept apartment, courtesy of a professional housekeeper.
Freya invited her to sit and unwind, and as Farrah settled down, she glanced at her phone.
She decisively chose to disregard Felipe’s intimidating message.
As with all things, there was always a price to pay.
Felipe was no easy man to sway. Once his mind was made up, he would push everyone to the edge of their limits to see his own ambitions fulfilled.
Farrah had just locked her phone screen when she noticed an incoming call from her agent.
The moment she picked up, her agent’s voice blared on the other end, filled with panic. “What on earth did you do to upset Mr. Yates?” The agent’s voice trembled with urgency. “He’s pulled all your resources!”
Farrah froze. She didn’t offer much of an explanation, simply replying, “We had a falling out.”
𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻’𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮: 𝓰Ɐ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧿𝓬𝓸𝓶
“Are you out of your mind?” The agent’s exasperation was palpable. “You were just beginning to carve out a name for yourself, and now you’re pregnant and need a year off. I agreed to that, but even so, you could still keep your name in the game, keep marketing yourself. But now you’ve gone and offended Mr. Yates, and he’s cut off everything. What are you going to do now?”
Without the right promotions, Farrah’s popularity would vanish like morning fog. In this business, another actress would quickly fill her shoes. If that happened, she wouldn’t just slip from the second tier, she could very well fade into nothingness.
Farrah understood the stakes.
She was silent for a moment before speaking, her voice soft but steady. “Then I’ll start over.”
“Farrah!” Her agent was astounded. How could she turn her back on such a powerful connection when she could have held on to it? “It’s not a big deal.”
“I’ve got the skills and the looks,” Farrah replied, her confidence unwavering. “I excel at my craft. As long as I keep pushing, I’ll succeed.”
Her agent stayed silent.
Farrah was about to add more reassurance, but her agent cut in. “Being blacklisted by Mr. Yates means you won’t get any decent offers.” Farrah’s chest tightened, her grip on the phone tightening as well.
“The only roles that will come your way will be low-budget projects,” the agent said bluntly. “What good is your talent in those places? Are you willing to spend your life in insignificant roles?”
Farrah’s first instinct was to reject that fate. She refused to accept that reality.
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