Chapter 471 Who Is The Dirtier One
Natalie affirmed that with a smile and a nod.
“I like her, but I’ve no plans to confess my feelings for her at the moment. Having been in the business for so many years, I know my own emotional boundaries. But that may not be the case for her.”
Lucas took a sip of alcohol before he continued, “This is her first production, so I’m concerned whether her fondness for me could be an extension of the feelings she developed whilst in her role. That’s why I’m thinking about waiting for another half a year before I approach her.”
Lucas’ thoughtfulness toward Wendy set Natalie’s mind at ease.
“I was right about you, Lucas.”
“You’ve always had a good eye for people, Ms. Nichols.” Lucas set down his glass and shifted his gaze onto her. “Wendy’s a very talented actress, making it only a matter of time before she establishes herself in the industry.”
“Hopefully so.”
After Natalie finished the glass she had on hand, she, too, got up to go to the restroom.
As she was passing by another private room, she heard a man’s lascivious words emanating from the inside. That, and Wendy’s resistant voice.
“I can’t drink anymore! Drinking too much will cause me to develop rashes!”
“Really? You’d think starring in the first production in your career makes you too good for everybody else, Wendy Xander? You should be flattered that Mr. Zygmunt here thought enough of your looks to invite you over for a few drinks, so don’t try to push your luck!”
“I can’t! Let go of me! I want to leave!”
“What’s this now? Acting all pure and innocent? Who’d believe that a newbie like you could snag a starring role all without having attended a single lesson in acting, and has managed to do so while also keeping her nose clean? I bet you must have slept with more than your fair number of wealthy investors along the way, haven’t you? Keep us company tonight, and we’ll guarantee that you’ll be the lead actress in your next production as well!”
“I don’t want to! Let me go!”
These people.. How dare they bully Wendy? They’re really asking for it!
Worried about causing collateral damage, Natalie smiled apologetically at a man in a white sweater who was passing by. “Sorry, mister. Please steer clear.”
This was met by Bastien Scholl’s frown, but he duly stepped back as requested.
“Thanks.”
With her lips lifted into a snarl, Natalie aimed a devastating kick right for the private room’s door which crashed onto the floor with a resounding thump.
The three men inside turned in the direction of the doorway and regarded Natalie in sheer disbelief.
Natalie stepped inside with her right foot smarting but apart from a little unnaturalness about her gait, there was nothing on her face that might give her away.
When she walked inside, she saw that Wendy’s attire had been left disheveled by those louts, and there were even visible stains left behind by the alcohol that was spilled on it.
Natalie’s eyes screamed murder at the sight before her.
The man at their lead was Gerik Zygmunt. With his grizzled-maned and gold-rimmed spectacles, he was the archetype of the respectable hypocrite.
“Run along, missy. This lady is with us! If you’re wise enough, you’d know to mind your own business!” As nervous as Gerik was, he tried to project otherwise through his mannerisms.
“I’m not with them!” Wendy shook her head in fervent protest.
“Don’t assume that she isn’t just because she says so, because inwardly, she’s a real hussy! She wants to be a star so badly that she’s trying to work us to win a part!” The boys beside Gerik echoed his sentiments. “All female celebrities are like this. They’re dirty as heck!”
Natalie’s frigid gaze just went from cold to sub-zero.
Though her skills might be seriously challenged being up against three grown men, she was not going to back down from anyone who tries to push her around.
The corner of her lips lifted into a wonderful smirk while she pulled a bottle off the wine rack and smashed it to bits. Then, she held the remnant of the broken bottle by the neck against Gerik’s throat.
“Now tell me, who’s the dirtier one?”
Blood started to creep down steadily with the icy cold edge pressed up against his neck.
Gerik was completely shaken by this woman’s unexpected aggression, so much so that his knees went jelly. “That’s dangerous, missy. Y-You should calm down!”
“Let me repeat that for you. Who’s the dirtier one?” A cold glint flashed across Natalie’s eyes.
