Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 1225

A male actor leaned over and whispered in Claire's ear, "I heard the big boss investor is coming tonight. Rowan is definitely on the prowl."

Ah.

That explained it.

The entertainment industry was full of people looking for a shortcut to the top. It was nothing new.

At eight o'clock on the dot, the director walked in with the financial backers.

The entire private room stood up to welcome them.

Rowan was instantly on her feet, practically throwing herself at the door. "Good evening, Director! Good evening, Mr. Prescott."

When Claire saw the man walking through the door, her heart skipped a beat.

The new investor was Wilbur!

Was this a coincidence, or a calculated move?

She didn't know.

But a strange flutter erupted in her chest.

Ever since Wilbur whispered those dangerous words to her at the hotel, they hadn't seen or spoken to each other.

They had no reason to talk.

With her grueling training schedule, she had managed to bury the memory.

She convinced herself he had just been drunk, rambling nonsense that shouldn't be taken seriously.

But the second he walked into the room, all those suppressed emotions violently clawed their way back to the surface.

As Wilbur stepped inside, the cast lined up to introduce themselves.

Claire stayed glued to her chair.

Wilbur nodded to the room, carrying himself with effortless, lazy authority.

But as his gaze swept past the end of the main table, it locked onto Claire with seamless precision.

His lips curved into a faint smile. "And this must be our leading lady?"

The director beamed, nodding enthusiastically. "Yes, yes! Claire, come say hello to Mr. Prescott."

Left with no choice, Claire stood up and offered a polite, professional greeting. "Good evening, Mr. Prescott."

Wilbur's eyes lingered on her face for a few agonizing seconds before he spoke. "She's quite beautiful."

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