Chapter 401 "Yeah, I want it. Will you give it to me?"
Damian just stared at her, with only her big eyes visible. "How long have you been standing outside the door?"
His expression was slightly cold, except for his eyes, which were illuminated by the hallway lights, giving them a faint warmth.
Even so, it couldn't change his overall indifference.
Ashley realized her plan had been exposed and didn't bother to pretend. With Damian, any disguise was just cleverness; it was better to be straightforward. "It seems Mr. Hearst also knows that your good friend is next door choosing a bed partner tonight."
Damian said, "You mean the actress from the crew?"
Ashley explained, without any embellishment, "Yes, for some reason, the investor of this film pulled out, and the lead actress quit. Christian went to the crew today and said he would choose a new lead actress from the existing ones, which led to the current situation."
Damian asked, "Since the investor pulled out, even if they find an actress, the crew can't continue filming. Who filled the funding gap?"
Ashley hadn't discussed this with Amelia because they both instinctively thought it was Christian. After all, he was the big boss and wouldn't just watch the project collapse.
"You think it wasn't Christian?"
Damian was noncommittal, "Not sure."
He didn't explain further, just left a small question mark for Ashley, suggesting she find out more privately. If she eventually found out he had temporarily invested to fill the funding gap, would she be moved? Would she come and say thank you?
Could she realize he did it for her good friend?
Ashley had no time to consider who the investor was; she was more concerned about how Amelia was handling the seven people outside while Damian trapped her in the room.
"It seems quiet outside; I'll go check."
She turned to leave, only to find Damian still holding her wrist. She reminded him, "Mr. Hearst, please let go."
Damian said calmly, "If you go out now, you'll only make things worse. Since you and Amelia have already discussed a plan, shouldn't the rest be left to her? If she wants that role, and can't even handle her competitors, how will she survive the next three months in the crew?"
This damn persuasiveness and confidence actually convinced Ashley.
She felt a bit self-deprecating and helpless, "It seems it's impossible to do anything under Mr. Hearst's nose. You guessed our intentions so quickly."
Through the peephole, Damian saw the chaotic scene outside. Six women were crowded in the hallway, looking disheveled and probably afraid of being photographed by reporters. They were all standing at the edge of the hallway with dark faces. Beside them stood Christian in a bathrobe.
Damian didn't need to imagine what these women looked like when they arrived; they were definitely not as they appeared now, with disheveled hair, messy makeup, and lipstick smeared on their faces, as if they had been through a fierce close combat.
It seemed Christian had made them put on quite a show in the room.
Amid the chaos, Amelia looked much cleaner.
Ashley also saw Amelia just stepping out of the elevator.
She had removed her initial makeup, looking almost makeup-free at first glance, but a closer look revealed she had carefully applied a subtle makeup. She wore a simple, casual oversized T-shirt and pants, with slippers, looking clean and neat.
Damian said, "It seems she's not stupid, knowing to take the opposite route."
If Amelia had appeared with heavy makeup, what would Christian have done? Kicked her out?
Ashley was a bit worried about Amelia. This girl had a fiery temper; if a fight broke out, she would definitely suffer. "If there's a physical conflict outside, you have to let me out."
Damian looked down at her slender figure and laughed softly, "Let you out to get beaten too? Do you know your combat ability?"
"At least I can distract them."
"How is that different from sending you to your death?"
Before they could conclude, Amelia's exclamation suddenly came from outside, "Wow! You guys are having a party without inviting me? If I hadn't heard the alarm and rushed up, I wouldn't have known it was so lively here at Mr. Young's place."
A party?
By saying this, she gave all the embarrassed women an out.
They all came with the intention of exploiting the unspoken rules, but in the end, they didn't get the chance and were instead mocked by Christian, leading to a brawl inside.
Christian said, "Since everyone is here, let's keep it simple. How about this, whoever has the hardest punch, I'll choose them."
Then, the room was filled with punching, kicking, and screaming.
Before a winner could be decided, the fire alarm went off.
They didn't dare risk their lives, but no one wanted to be discovered by reporters and face public disgrace.
But Christian said, "Fire alarm, aren't you going out? Waiting to be burned to death?"
The situation forced them to come out with dark faces, without any privacy cover.
Each tried to keep their heads down to minimize exposure.
Who would have thought they'd run into Amelia at this moment?
Amelia, who was casually dressed and not specially made up, looked so clean and bright, making them look even more disheveled.
Everyone was gnashing their teeth in hatred.
But Amelia's next words made them all breathe a sigh of relief.
So she thought these people were having a party in the room?
Brynn was the first to laugh dryly, "Amelia, you also stay at this hotel? You should have told us earlier; we would have definitely invited you to join us."
Amelia looked innocent, "I did say so. I even mentioned in the group that I ran into Mr. Young at the hotel."
Brynn forced a smile, "Didn't you retract that message? So that's what you retracted."
Amelia brightly smiled and apologized to Christian, "Mr. Young, I'm really sorry. I accidentally mentioned in the work group that I saw you, but I quickly retracted it. Did it cause you any trouble? Did it disturb your party?"
When the alarm went off, Christian had wondered, how could it be such a coincidence?
He suspected someone was playing tricks, but he still came out to see who was causing him trouble.
Who knew the audacious person was Amelia.
This woman, was she not afraid of death?
"Trouble? Not really, but we were short of one dancer, which made it a bit less fun. You're just in time; let's continue."
A breeze blew through the hallway, coolly brushing against their arms, as if it was a tangible airflow created by Christian's gaze. But Amelia quickly steadied her emotions and said seriously, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Young. It's my honor that you like to watch me dance, but my foot is injured. The doctor said I can't get it wet or do any strenuous activities and advised me to rest for a couple of days. How about I dance for you in a few days when you want to see it?"
Christian took slow, deliberate steps towards Amelia, each step filled with aggression. When he was almost touching her, he lowered his head and said, "Amelia, your way of courting death is unique. If I don't fulfill your wish, wouldn't I be letting down your efforts?"
Amelia wasn't afraid; she smiled slightly and said softly, "Mr. Young, tonight you're having a gathering with six actresses at the hotel. Is it a party or something else? Especially at a critical time for casting roles, how do you think the public will speculate? What will they think is more sensational?"
She rarely looked so gentle, but every word she said was a threat.
Yes, she was challenging him.
Christian was a man who could give up anything, but for a businessman, reputation was crucial! If this got out, the stock would plummet!
Wouldn't his notoriously strict father whip him to death?
Thinking about it, it was exciting.
Christian stared at her face, his teeth grinding audibly, but he didn't slap Amelia to death on the spot. Instead, after a moment, he raised his hand and squeezed her shoulder, "You just want that role, don't you?"
Amelia smiled, "Yes, I want it. Will you give it to me, Mr. Young?"
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