Chapter 990 The President is Looking for You
Christina really didn't want to fight at the entrance of the Rojas Group, but Cheryl forced her, so she had no choice but to push Cheryl to the ground and pin her down. "Cheryl, do you think I'll still be polite to you like before? I advise you not to mess with me in the future!"
The security guard came to stop them, and Christina, not wanting to cause trouble for others, let go of Cheryl, stood up, and dusted herself off.
Cheryl cared most about her appearance, spending a lot of time and money on maintenance every day. Once she regained her freedom, the first thing she demanded was a mirror!
"I want a mirror, a mirror!"
Without a mirror, Cheryl got up to look at herself in the glass door of the company. Seeing three scratches on her face, she immediately screamed, "My face! My face! Christina, you bitch, I won't let you get away with this!"
Christina walked towards her again.
Seeing Christina approaching, Cheryl, knowing she couldn't win, retreated in fear. "Christina, what do you want?"
"Nothing much." Christina expressionlessly took out her phone from her bag. "Ever since you framed me a few times, I've developed a habit of recording everything you and our parents say. So, I recorded what you said when you entered the interview room just now."
Seeing the phone in her hand, Cheryl was furious. "Christina, what exactly do you want?"
"Today, I scratched your face because you forced me to, and it's a lesson for you. You have to take it and not cause trouble. Otherwise, I'll sue you for defamation! So many people heard you call me a homewrecker just now. If you can't provide evidence, you'll definitely lose the case! Then I'll make your defeat public and see how you survive in the entertainment industry!"
Cheryl's eyes widened in shock. "You..."
Although she had confidently told the interviewers that Christina was a homewrecker, she actually had no evidence. If Christina really sued her, she would definitely lose!
"Alright, I have other things to do and no time to waste here." Christina couldn't be bothered to say more and turned to leave.
"Mr. Rojas."
Cheryl gritted her teeth and glared at Christina, having no choice but to swallow her anger. Just as she was about to leave, she turned and saw Ruben, the new president of the Rojas Group.
Ruben had just arrived at the company and witnessed the whole scene from his car.
He was somewhat surprised to see the usually quiet Christina showing such a strong side today.
This seemed different from the Christina he knew before. This Christina was more alive, more vibrant, and more real.
"Mr. Rojas, I apologize for my sister's unreasonable behavior and the scene she caused at your company," Cheryl walked up to Ruben, trying to engage him while deliberately covering her injured face with a pitiful expression. "She's been bullying me like this since we were kids, and I'm used to it. Nonetheless, I apologize on her behalf."
Ruben looked at Cheryl with disdain and took a step back, not falling for her act. "I saw everything that happened just now. Ms. Russell, since your face is injured, you're not suitable for the upcoming shoot. It's better for you to go home and rest. We'll find another actress to reshoot."
"What?" Cheryl looked at him in shock. "Mr. Rojas, we've already signed a contract. How can you just replace me like that?"
Ruben's expression remained indifferent. "Ms. Russell, with your face like that, how can you do a good job in our commercial? Failing to protect your image is a breach of contract, making the contract void. Someone, escort Ms. Russell out!"
"Mr. Rojas, please! My face will heal soon. Makeup can cover it, and post-production can fix it! Mr. Rojas! Please..." No matter what Cheryl said, it was useless. The security guards escorted her out.
After sending Cheryl away, a subordinate returned to Ruben. "Mr. Rojas, I'm sorry. This won't happen again. I'll arrange for a new actress for the commercial as soon as possible."
"The commercial can wait. I need you to do something else first." Ruben smiled deeply, looking at his subordinate.
Cheryl and her assistant were kicked out of the Rojas Group. Sitting in the van, Cheryl was furious. "This is all Christina's fault! I won't let her get away with this! Never!"
Her assistant, sitting beside her, timidly spoke up. "Cheryl, maybe we should go to the hospital first. Otherwise, your face might scar."
"Where were you just now?"
Cheryl turned and glared at her assistant, transferring her anger to her, and slapped her hard. "I asked you where you were! If you had been there, Christina wouldn't have been able to scratch my face so easily!"
The assistant, already very scared, started crying immediately after being slapped. "Cheryl, you told me you left your cup upstairs and asked me to get it. By the time I came down, you were already fighting."
Cheryl didn't listen to her explanation and slapped her other cheek. "It's all your fault, all your fault! What's the use of having a useless assistant like you!"
After venting her anger, Cheryl turned to look out the window, her eyes filled with hatred. "Christina, how dare you treat me like this. Just wait and see!"
After leaving the Rojas Group, Christina walked aimlessly, feeling very down. But there was nothing she could do, so she decided to go back to the Mitchell villa and look for a job slowly.
She walked towards the bus stop.
Sitting at the bus stop, Christina touched her hand. She had used all her strength to slap Cheryl, and her hand really hurt.
Even though she had made Cheryl suffer this time, she didn't feel good about it.
It was clear that the interviewers at the Rojas Group didn't fully believe Cheryl's words, but they didn't dare to take the risk of hiring Christina either.
She had lost this hard-earned interview opportunity and really didn't know what to do next.
"Ms. Russell."
The bus suddenly stopped, and Christina heard someone calling her. She looked up and saw a middle-aged woman in professional attire.
Christina thought for a moment. She didn't know her. "May I ask who you are?"
"Ms. Russell, I'm an employee of the Rojas Group. Our president, Mr. Rojas, asked me to find you. He wants to have a face-to-face talk with you. Would you be willing?"
The middle-aged woman stated her purpose.
Hearing that she was from the Rojas Group, Christina quickly stood up. "Can I ask what he wants to talk to me about?"
"I'm not sure about that. Ms. Russell, please come with me. Mr. Rojas will tell you himself when we get to the company."
Christina looked at her, full of suspicion.
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