Doted by Many: I became the Top-Tier Celebrity!-Chapter 352 - 351: If That’s the Case, She’ll Be Completely Blacklisted
Julian Ford sat down without saying anything.
His presence was so commanding; he simply sat there quietly, yet it made everyone feel a powerful sense of presence, making them slightly uneasy.
Tiana Thorne happened to be sitting right opposite him.
A subtle smile appeared in Julian Ford’s almond-shaped eyes, and he placed his hands on the table, intertwining his fingers comfortably, with his index finger tapping lightly, adding a bit of intrigue.
Tiana met his gaze, her lips curling into a smile, her dimples even more charming, giving off a sweet vibe.
At this moment, Eugene Dawson spoke up: "Mr. Ford has invited everyone to dine, firstly to reward you all, as filming has been tough lately. Secondly, Mr. Ford has established a charity, starting with the two major shows this year. When they air, the popularity should be great, and you, the leading actors, will help promote this charity."
For everyone present, this was no difficult task, but Mr. Ford personally inviting everyone to dinner suggested there was more to it than just charity.
Jude Donovan then smiled and said: "Mr. Ford will use the funds received by the charity to build elementary schools and donate materials to children in mountainous villages. It’s a very meaningful affair. Firstly, we need you to represent us. Our director’s team intends to donate fifty percent of the profits from our show."
Only then did everyone understand, without surprise.
The only surprise was that Mr. Ford personally committed to charity; it’s typically a time for those capable to do more, yet he also hosted a dinner, emphasizing the importance of this donation.
Clement Xavier was the first to respond: "I’ll donate fifty percent of my salary from ’Fox Spirits.’"
Fifty percent!
He’s quite a character!
It’s known that Clement Xavier’s salary is quite high, fifty percent is not a small sum.
Lennon Julian shrugged: "Since it’s Mr. Ford calling us together, I’ll also donate fifty percent."
At that moment, Julian Ford stopped tapping his finger, put down his hands, and revealed a gentle smile: "Everyone, I hope to turn ’The Emperor’s Mile’ and ’Fox Spirits’ into charity shows. In the future, the audience for these two shows can contribute to charity. As for donations, it should be based on your financial capability; donate more or less, it’s all about the intention, no need to compare."
Julian Ford’s words defused the competitive tension.
After all, it’s not unheard of for celebrities to make donations a contest of wealth.
Upon hearing this, everyone revealed the amounts they planned to donate.
Melissa Rooney, trying to restore her image in Mr. Ford’s eyes, donated eighty percent of her salary, which was the highest donation ratio to salary seen so far.
Rosalyn Rooney, in need of money, as one of the lead actors in ’Fox Spirits,’ also had to participate, donating ten percent.
Tiana Thorne casually smiled: "I’ll donate everything."
Everyone was somewhat shocked.
Donating everything would mean that her hard work filming ’Fox Spirits’ at Azurea was all for nothing?
Melissa’s heart immediately felt unbalanced, biting her lip in frustration—Tiana did it deliberately to overshadow her, her motives were too deep.
Mr. Ford already stated there’s no need to compare; isn’t her act doing exactly the opposite?
Just because she spoke a word for Mr. Ford in the corridor, now it’s blown out of proportion, and eventually, she’ll lose even the slightest good impression Mr. Ford has of her.
Tiana scanned everyone, obediently explaining to her seniors: "Don’t be surprised, I have no intention of comparing. All of you are my seniors and earn more than me. I’m just a small artist, yet lead actress in ’Fox Spirits,’ so it’s natural to offer strong support. When the donation ledger is written, it will only show how much each donated. So even if I donate all my salary, it won’t surpass the ten percent you’ve donated."
Some people then understood her reasoning.
Melissa blushed, feeling inexplicably slapped in the face.
But, was Tiana’s salary really that low?
Well, it’ll work out; surely, some fans will morally shame her for donating so little. No matter what, she’ll bear the brunt of criticism.
Thinking about this, she felt more balanced psychologically.
May Sloane also donated fifty percent.
Everyone finished donating, and the film charity organization was established.
Julian Ford slightly squinted his almond eyes: "Next, I’ll need you all to promote the cause well. For better results, I’ll fund a movie related to charity; the leads from ’The Emperor’s Mile’ and ’Fox Spirits’ will be chosen by the directors, depending on availability. As for the scriptwriter, I’ll find one."
After hearing this, everyone was invigorated, eager to play the lead role.
The show Mr. Ford summoned for filming; it’s unprecedented—it’s a chance for personal advancement.
Only Melissa felt uneasy, her heart aching. Suddenly, she noticed Julian Ford staring at her, with a gaze that seemed both disdainful and scrutinizing.
Such a gaze was too dangerous, making her heartbeat accelerate.
Doom.
Is Mr. Ford about to reveal what happened in the corridor?
If that’s the case, she’d be completely blacklisted.
What to do, what to do...
She thought that the most critical part of donation was over, leaving the scene should be fine now, maybe even garner Mr. Ford’s sympathy.
Thinking of this, she pressed her temple, looking quite exhausted, and finally fell from her chair.
Mabel Hughes quickly caught her before she hit the ground, asking: "Melissa, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Melissa kept her eyes tightly closed, said nothing, seeming to have fainted.
Jude Donovan observed, frowned, stood, and walked over, asking: "What’s happening here?"
Mabel gently frowned as well, comforting the director: "Melissa might not be feeling well physically; I’ll have her assistant take her home for a good rest, she’ll be fine tomorrow."
Julian Ford squinted his almond eyes slightly, the light at his lips coolly indifferent, toying with a wine glass as he sat there, regal and aloof, as if all the noise was unrelated to him.
Eugene Dawson frowned as well, quite displeased with Melissa: "Mr. Ford, I’m truly sorry; hope this hasn’t dampened your mood."
Julian Ford replied: "No worries."
Mabel, hearing this, glanced at him more closely, only feeling he appeared gentle as jade, yet intrinsically cold, as if all matters were beneath his concern.
She was slightly moved, retracting her thoughts, and said to Jude: "Director Chen, is Xiao Zhou here?"
At that moment, the door opened, and Xiao Zhou ran over.
Tiana noticed, lazily curled her lips, her foxlike eyes slightly narrowing, her eyes showing a mischievous smile, licking her little canine tooth.
There’s still food to be served, how could Melissa leave so easily?
Melissa wanted to escape; she wouldn’t let her have her way, making her sit obediently here.
With this in mind, she stood up from her seat.
