Chapter 1980: Chapter 1980

Forcibly suppressing the anger in her heart.

Skye Brown reluctantly lifted her beautiful eyes and flashed a smile at Dylan Wellington: "So this is the ’inspection’ Mr. Wellington needs. Not bad, pretty good... very challenging, I like it."

The last three words ’I like it’ were said very lightly by Skye Brown.

Her usually soft voice suddenly had a hint of hoarseness, not unpleasant, instead it was extremely alluring. The source of this content ɪs ⓝovelFire.net

Dylan Wellington’s deep gaze faltered slightly.

He narrowed his eyes. Although it was his own suggestion, when he heard Skye Brown say ’I like it’ at that moment,

He unexpectedly wanted to call it off.

Heh... how could he call it off...

Gareth Williams, the kid, needed to be dealt with, and Skye Brown needed to be tested, tonight was the perfect time to manage both ends.

The ever-easygoing, carefree Mr. Wellington would not stop just like that.

He pinched Skye Brown’s chin and said in an appreciative tone, "Good girl, perform well, and everything will be yours."

This sentence wasn’t said quietly, nearly everyone present could hear it.

The greasy big shots nearby immediately let out ambiguous laughter, but sitting to Dylan Wellington’s right, Gareth Williams slightly furrowed his brows.

Mr. Wellington seemed to be speaking a bit too much tonight...

Skye Brown smiled but did not answer, and quietly sat back down.

Though she appeared obedient and docile, her black dress and red lips were enough to make her stand out.

Dylan Wellington, just like he favored every woman he’d ever brought to such dinners, introduced Skye Brown to others present, including Gareth Williams.

They exchanged pleasantries, learned each other’s names, and that was considered an acquaintance.

As for whether any further interaction would happen afterward, as the rule goes – that could only happen once Dylan Wellington got tired of the person.

Of course, they could exchange phone numbers or WhatsApp in advance for future needs.

This is why so many, whether recently famous female stars wanting to rise further, or those just entering the entertainment circle or popular in the live streaming industry, wanted to be part of such gatherings.

Ultimately, it was a place to meet bigwigs in the circle and accumulate connections.

Men buy women’s beautiful bodies, and women use men to meet more, broader networks to climb higher.

This mutually beneficial exchange is almost commonplace in the circle.

However, a few greasy big shots there might have misunderstood one thing –

That is, Mr. Wellington indeed wanted to test Skye Brown and indeed wanted to regain face from Gareth Williams.

But, it was limited to Gareth Williams.

His introduction of Skye Brown to others, or others to her, was purely without any other intentions.

He was just habitually trying to pave the way for Skye Brown.

It was as if a voice in his heart said – bringing Skye Brown to the dinner meant introducing her to connections.

As if Skye Brown was just a director who liked to bury herself in her work, oblivious to worldly matters.

And he was like Skye Brown’s agent, worried she wouldn’t promote her own career.

Praising Skye Brown to everyone and suggesting they give her more opportunities and take good care of her when collaborating.

"Mr. Wellington... you speak of Miss Brown so well, it’s got me a bit moved... Come, Miss Brown, fill this glass and drink it... If you drink it, I’ll invest one and a half million in that movie you’re so eager to make. If you finish this bottle, that would be one and a half million! I’ll do as I say, if you drink now, I’ll write you a check immediately!"

After three rounds of drinking, a big shot who had drunk quite a bit suddenly stood up.

He wasn’t sure if he was genuinely drunk or pretending, but either way, emboldened by alcohol, he suddenly wanted to toast Skye Brown.

His eyes were green as he looked at Skye Brown. From the moment she entered, he was drawn by her aura that was both contradictory and complex.

With a queen-like presence, yet she had a face as soft as a girl’s and clear eyes.

And the two small dimples at the corners of her lips.

When she drank water, a slight sip could stir one’s soul.

He just wanted to embrace her tightly, to love her dearly.

"Mr. Holbrook, you can leave the investment, but she won’t be drinking. She doesn’t drink alcohol." Dylan Wellington said without knowing why he instinctively shielded Skye Brown.

A sudden memory flashed in his mind, of the first time he saw her at the celebration banquet where she was drunk, leaning unsteadily on Norman York.

[Content beyond 1300 words: Updated. See you tomorrow night at 18:00~~ Many people asked about more updates, you really misunderstood, the updates for March 3rd and 4th refer to another book, not this one. After the updates for that one are finished, I’ll take a break and start adding more to this book around March 10th.]