Chapter 451 The Secret Lover
Ernest's eyes flickered with a quick flash of panic, but he quickly masked it with a drunken facade. He leaned in closer to Luann, acting like he didn't get what she was saying.
"Ernest, don't make me sick," Luann said, her voice icy.
Inside, Ernest was a mess. He couldn't believe his looks had no effect on Luann.
Just then, the click of high heels echoed behind him. Elodie grabbed a fistful of Ernest's hair and yanked hard, making him feel like his skull was about to come off.
Ernest winced and stumbled back a few steps.
"No need to be nice to a guy like him," Elodie said, strolling over to Luann and looking her over. "You okay?"
Luann shook her head, her eyes cold as she stared at Ernest. "Following me around, you must've gotten a lot of info from Emma, huh?"
Ernest squinted and leaned against the wall, his head bobbing like he was still drunk.
A waiter passed by with drinks, and Luann grabbed a glass of wine, tossing it right in Ernest's face.
"Damn it," Ernest cursed, closing his eyes.
"You were never drunk, so why fake it?" Luann snapped.
Ernest wiped the wine off his face, his hair dripping. If his fans saw him now, they'd lose it. But Luann and Elodie didn't care.
"How did you know?" Ernest asked, frustrated. He thought he'd nailed his act.
"Why are you after me?" Luann ignored his question. "First, you show up at the library near Aspire Securities, then you 'accidentally' meet Emma at the Vintage Mirror to bump into me."
Before Ernest could answer, Elodie cut in, "Luann, with your connections and rep, promoting an artist would be a breeze. He wants to use you."
Ernest's face changed. He weakly protested, "No, that's not it. Ms. Weaver, I really do like you. But you're married. I'm not into competing. I just want to be around you, even if it's just seeing you sometimes. Don't worry, I won't let Mr. Curtis know."
Ernest's words were pretty clear. He was willing to be Luann's secret lover.
Luann was baffled. She turned to Elodie. "Do I look like an idiot?"
Elodie shook her head. "Nope."
"Then why's he spouting this crap?" Luann pointed at his eyes. "There's no real emotion. It's all fake. How did he even get this far in the industry with acting like that?"
Elodie said coldly, "He's almost washed up."
Ernest's move was a huge gamble. If Luann showed any interest, he'd be on top of the world, with everyone in the industry bowing down to him. But if she wasn't into him, Myron would find out, and that'd be the end of him.
A flicker of panic crossed Ernest's face. He hadn't expected Luann to shut him down so hard. "Ms. Weaver, won't you reconsider?"
Luann stayed calm. "What makes you think you're better than Myron?"
"Sorry," Ernest mumbled. "I guess I was just being too hopeful."
Elodie tugged Luann away. "Don't waste your time on him. He's just desperate for fame."
Before leaving with Elodie, Luann waved to her fans and then called Alvin. "Can you pick up Emma later?"
The sound of a movie playing came from Alvin's end. "No, I'm busy."
"Elodie's here."
"Wait, I'm on my way!"
After hanging up, Luann put Emma's phone back in her bag and left the bar with Elodie.
Once they were in the car, Luann asked, "Why are you here?"
"Came to meet a director with my agent. Just finished and saw you with Ernest," Elodie replied.
"Thanks for earlier."
"No big deal."
After a pause, Elodie added, "Shouldn't you call Mr. Curtis?"
"My phone's dead."
Elodie handed her a fully charged power bank.
Luann plugged in her phone. After a minute, she turned it on.
"Still 80% battery?" Luann was puzzled. Then it hit her. "It must've been Ernest..."
Elodie glanced over, her jawline highlighted by the dim light outside. "What's up?"
"Myron called me several times, but I didn't get them. Then my phone was off," Luann explained.
Elodie chuckled, a mix of mockery and sarcasm. "Ernest is way too full of himself."
"Hmm?"
Elodie kept driving. "Do you know why he was so bold in confessing to you like that?"
"Why?"
"He's always got women around him. Lately, he's been super popular and thinks every woman wants him."
That's why Ernest acted so recklessly with Luann, not thinking about the fallout.
For some reason, Elodie shook her head slightly and added, "He even tried to hit on me once." But she ignored him. Eventually, he realized a cold woman like her wasn't worth the effort.
Luann frowned. "I guess I was too nice."
"What do you mean?"
"My husband's sister likes him a lot. I set up a meeting with him for her and later helped him land a great gig as a thank you. I know artists are always rushing to catch schedules." Luann shrugged, her collarbone accentuating her beauty.
"That explains it. Ernest got a taste of the good life and didn't want to miss out again." At a red light, Elodie turned to Luann's delicate face. "He also thought you were easygoing and easy to manipulate."
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