Chapter 912 Got Tricked
This was Thessaly's first project after leaving her old agency and joining the Davis Group. She was determined to make it a success.
By then, Thessaly's position in the entertainment industry was solidified.
She had the talent, the projects, and the looks.
"I'll walk you out," Thessaly said, linking arms with Penelope. "I meant to treat you to dinner to thank you, but I ended up leaving you alone."
"It's okay, you have work to do."
Penelope's phone buzzed again in her bag. She knew if she didn't respond to Kelvin soon, he'd come looking for her.
Just before leaving, Penelope had a thought.
Thessaly was the only woman in the room, while Brandon and Paul were both men. Was that appropriate?
She wasn't sure about Paul's character, having never interacted with him.
But she trusted Brandon.
Turning back, Penelope looked at Brandon. "Before I go, I'm leaving Thessaly in your care."
Brandon, knowing her for years, understood her meaning.
She was asking him to look after Thessaly.
"Don't worry," Brandon replied. "I'll make sure she gets home safely. She's the lead in my movie now, very valuable, can't afford any mistakes."
With Brandon's assurance, Penelope felt at ease.
But Thessaly's heart was racing.
Since meeting Brandon, he had always been so courteous and gentlemanly.
Thessaly understood Penelope's concern.
She was worried about the possibility of casting couch situations.
Women always understood each other.
"Penelope, I've met Brandon and Mr. Simmons before. Nothing will happen," Thessaly reassured her softly.
Penelope nodded.
"Penelope," Brandon suddenly said, "My driver is right outside. How about I have him take you back to The King Manor?"
As he spoke, Brandon stood up, but suddenly he wobbled, as if he couldn't keep his balance, and fell forward.
The table shook violently, and the dishes clattered.
"Mr. Walker," Paul quickly reached out to steady him, "are you okay?"
Brandon braced himself against the table, barely standing. "I'm fine, I just got up too quickly and felt a bit dizzy."
He shook his head.
"What's wrong?" Penelope asked, concerned. "Have you been too busy lately? Not getting enough rest?"
Brandon smiled. "Maybe."
Penelope was about to say more when she suddenly felt a wave of fatigue wash over her.
Her head spun, and her vision blurred. What was happening?
Penelope pressed her temples, closing and opening her eyes, but the double vision remained.
She could barely stand, swaying on her feet.
"Thessaly, what's happening to me?" Penelope struggled to stay conscious, looking at Thessaly.
To her shock, Thessaly was also unsteady, leaning against the wall, eyes half-closed.
A sense of dread filled Penelope.
Why was Thessaly experiencing the same symptoms? And Brandon, too!
Penelope turned sharply to look at Brandon.
He had collapsed back into his chair, unconscious.
Brandon was the first to feel dizzy, then her, and now Thessaly.
What was going on?
Kelvin's warning echoed in her mind. "Penelope, I'm worried that person might target you next."
Had she already fallen into a trap? But how? She hadn't eaten anything suspicious or interacted with strangers!
The person behind this was terrifyingly skilled, leaving her defenseless.
Penelope had only one thought: she needed to get out. She had to leave the room immediately.
The door was right there.
Penelope reached for the handle, but she had no strength left. She couldn't even open the door.
"What's happening to you all?" Paul's voice sounded. "Mr. Walker? Mrs. Davis? Thessaly, are you okay?"
Penelope slid down the door, her last bit of consciousness fading. "Mr. Simmons, call the police."
With that, everything went black. She curled up in the corner, motionless.
The whole ordeal lasted less than two minutes.
"Mrs. Davis! Mrs. Davis!" Paul, the only one still conscious, rushed over, shaking Penelope and lightly slapping her cheeks. "Wake up, can you hear me? Mrs. Davis!"
But Penelope didn't respond.
"Thessaly?" Paul turned to Thessaly. "Wake up, what's happening to you all? Can you hear me?"
Paul's voice was filled with urgency and worry.
He kept calling out to Penelope and Thessaly, trying to wake them.
But he never left the room to seek help, nor did he call the police as Penelope had asked.
After a while, Paul confirmed that Penelope and Thessaly were deeply unconscious. He sighed in relief, a strange smile creeping onto his face.
Paul stood up and returned to the table. "Mr. Walker," he said quietly, "it's done."
At his words, Brandon, who had been slumped over the table, slowly opened his eyes and sat up straight.
His eyes were clear and alert, showing no signs of dizziness or fatigue.
"Did I do okay?" Paul asked. "I didn't give anything away, did I?"
Brandon glanced at him. "You did alright."
It was a passable job, not perfect, but it got the job done.
Paul was easy to control, with leverage over him, making him the best choice for the task. Anyone else would have been more difficult to manage.
Paul chuckled nervously. "So..."
He looked at Thessaly, his eyes filled with greed.
The actresses in the entertainment industry were all stunning, with curves that made any man drool.
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