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Keira had recently gained a surge of fame after starring in a reality show, which quickly made her a household name. She had been introduced to Joel, and their chemistry was instant. Before long, Joel had declared her his girlfriend, and the connection worked in her favor. With her newfound popularity, job offers began flooding in, and she relished the attention, knowing that she was finally getting the recognition she deserved.
Keira had always prided herself on her looks and figure, confidently believing that she was at the top of her game. Her self-assurance had propelled her to where she was now, but moments ago, all eyes had been on her. That was, until Samantha entered the room.
The instant Samantha stepped in, all attention shifted. The wave of jealousy and anger that surged within Keira was undeniable. She had been the star of the moment, but now she was invisible in comparison. Still, Keira wasn’t naive. She understood that Samantha wasn’t just any woman—she was a legendary and powerful figure in Betrico. Keira knew she couldn’t afford to provoke her, especially if she wanted to keep her connections intact.
Samantha’s jewelry company was currently looking for an endorser, and Keira had hoped that Joel might be able to introduce her to Samantha, thus giving her a chance to secure the coveted endorsement deal. If she could land that, it would skyrocket her career and elevate her to the next level. The opportunity was now right in front of her.
However, Keira wasn’t aware of Jeremiah’s true identity; she only guessed that he might be some kind of political scion, based on the whispers she had overheard. From the earlier conversation, she had picked up hints about the relationship dynamics between Samantha and Jeremiah. This wasn’t unusual to Keira—she had seen her fair share of complex relationships in the entertainment industry.
Keira kept sneaking glances at Samantha, who sat on the sofa, her posture relaxed, but her mind clearly elsewhere. Samantha had her eyes downcast, lost in her own thoughts. She was contemplating her little “toy,” who had been acting up—throwing tantrums and being difficult. She found it all quite amusing, though. After all, it had been years, and yet he was still so disobedient. She was wondering just how she should remind him that it was her that he relied on, that she was the unshakable force in his life.
Seizing the opportunity, Keira took her wine glass and walked toward Samantha with the grace of a model. “Hello, Samantha. I’m Keira,” she said, her voice sweet but with an underlying agenda.
Samantha lifted her gaze slowly, her sharp eyes taking in Keira’s appearance. She saw a woman standing in front of her in hot pants and a halter top, with obvious signs of cosmetic enhancements. Samantha didn’t need to guess the type of person she was dealing with. The political scions were never short of women, and Samantha wasn’t one to be fooled easily.
Samantha’s tone was cold and cutting as she responded, “Call me Ms. Mitchell. Do you need something?”
Keira’s face flushed with embarrassment for a moment. As the rumors say, Samantha is indeed sharp-tongued and difficult to approach, Keira thought, but she was no stranger to navigating such situations. Swallowing her pride, she pushed forward.
“Ms. Mitchell, I’m Joel’s girlfriend. You might have seen me on TV recently. I was the crossover star of—” Keira began, eager to make a connection.
Samantha cut her off. “I haven’t seen it. If you have something to say, just say it. I don’t like beating around the bush.”
Keira felt the sting of Samantha’s words, but her composure remained intact. She took a breath and pressed on. “Ms. Mitchell, I know your jewelry company is looking for an endorser. Do you think I might be a good fit? I’d love to take on the role, and the fee is negotiable. After all, Joel and you grew up together, so I’m sure you wouldn’t mind doing me this little favor, right?”
Her words carried an implied message—if Samantha didn’t agree, it would suggest that she wasn’t treating Joel as a friend.
Before Samantha could respond, Keira added with a sly grin, “Ms. Mitchell, you weren’t here just now, so you may not know that Jeremiah and his girlfriend are coming soon. You might want to be careful.”
Keira’s attempt at earning favor was not lost on Samantha. She lit a cigarette, taking a slow drag and exhaling a cloud of smoke, her expression unreadable. Be careful? Samantha mused inwardly. What exactly do I need to be careful about?
With a swift motion, Samantha slammed her wine glass down onto the table, the glass shattering into a million pieces. The sound of the glass breaking was deafening, and a shard of it grazed Keira’s leg. Keira shrieked, instinctively stepping back, her heart pounding in fear. Her legs, after all, were her livelihood. Any injury could ruin her career.
The room fell into a heavy silence. Everyone turned to look at the scene: Samantha, sitting still, her face grim, and Keira, now wide-eyed and trembling in shock. No one knew exactly what had happened.
Joel, who had been enjoying a drink and chatting moments ago, rushed over with concern, but there was an edge to his voice. “Is everything okay, Samantha? Did Keira upset you?”
Keira’s heart sank. So this is how it’s going to be? Joel had just publicly pinned the blame on her. She could feel her pulse quicken with dread and didn’t dare meet his eyes.
Samantha snuffed out her cigarette and casually glanced at Keira before looking back at Joel. Her voice was calm but biting. “Your taste in women has really gone downhill. What’s the matter? Is your company bankrupt, or are you so broke that your girlfriend has to beg others for a job?”
Joel’s face darkened as realization hit him. A few days ago, Keira had been pressuring him to arrange a gathering, but now it was clear she had ulterior motives. His expression grew cold, and without hesitation, he turned to Keira. “We’re done. Get out. Now.”
Keira’s face drained of color. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She had worked so hard to attach herself to Joel, and now he was casting her aside without a second thought. Her pride shattered, and she began to cry, disregarding the dignity she had so carefully maintained. “Joel, I didn’t mean to. I swear I didn’t. Please, give me another chance! I was just mentioning it casually. I’ll forget about the job, I promise!”
Joel hesitated for a moment, his resolve faltering as he saw her tears, but seeing Samantha’s unwavering coldness, he knew that Keira had to go.
Samantha, who remained unaffected by Keira’s tearful outburst, lit another cigarette, the smoke swirling around her as she calmly asked, “Jeremiah’s girlfriend is coming? I should be careful?”
The others in the room immediately understood why Samantha had been so furious. They all thought to themselves, A mere model dared to speak so casually about Jeremiah in front of Samantha? What gave her the nerve?
Joel, now fully aware of the situation, stood resolute. The momentary doubt he had felt vanished. His decision was final: Keira had crossed a line, and there was no coming back.
At that exact moment, the door to the room swung open, and Jeremiah stepped in, his expression unreadable. Yvette stood beside him, her baseball cap pulled low to shield her face. Only her sharp jawline and bright red lips were visible.
Jeremiah’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and commanding. “What’s going on here?”
The tension in the room spiked as everyone stood up in a rush, stiff and cautious. It was as if a predator had just entered the room, and they were all wary of the danger that followed.
Even Samantha, who had been lounging on the sofa, stubbed out her cigarette and sat up straight. Her eyes gleamed with curiosity as they fixed on Jeremiah and Yvette by the door.
She hadn’t expected to see Yvette here, the woman Andrew had mentioned with such high regard. Yvette, though still in her twenties, was said to be incredibly capable and more beautiful than Andrew’s own sister. Samantha had trusted Andrew’s judgment and now found herself wondering just how stunning Yvette must be to have captured Jeremiah’s attention.
Yvette, effortlessly casual, removed her baseball cap, letting her hair cascade down her back. The room was still as everyone waited for what would happen next.
