Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 254: Scheming

Before Vivi could react, someone directly threw her luggage at the hotel entrance.

Furious, she wanted to demand an explanation, but others simply ignored her.

Left with no other options, she had to call the company, hoping they would send a car to pick her up from the filming location.

As the call connected, the cold voice of the HR manager came through: "Who is this?"

"It’s Vivi, the cast has changed, ask the company to send a car for me."

"Vivi? I’m very sorry, the general manager personally called just now to terminate your contract, sending a car is something we can’t do."

"What did you say?" Vivi exclaimed in disbelief, "You must have made a mistake, I’m Vivi, how could the company possibly..."

However, before she could finish, the line went silent. She trembled with anger, unable to believe what she heard.

How could she be terminated? How could this be...

Could all of this really have something to do with Moira Young? No, that’s impossible!

Moira Young is just a wild girl, how could she have such power, this absolutely isn’t true!

Vivi couldn’t accept the fact until she spent an entire night at the hotel entrance, ignored by all, realizing that this wasn’t a dream.

Overnight, she lost the protection of her patron and her job, she suddenly didn’t know what to do.

After pondering, she had no choice but to find Boss Warren, whom she had cursed roundly.

When Boss Warren saw Vivi, an indifferent sneer appeared on his aged face: "Weren’t you very defiant last night? What act are you playing now?"

Vivi, sleepless for the night, looked extremely haggard, her dark skin appearing ten years older.

She said nothing, looking at Boss Warren with pitiful eyes she had spent a fortune on, her intent clear.

Boss Warren saw her submission, but wasn’t moved, gripping her chin with a sinister expression: "Since you’re so disobedient, you don’t qualify to be my woman."

Vivi’s gaze darkened, biting her red lips in pleading: "Boss Warren, I really know I’m wrong, please forgive me and give me another chance."

"It’s not impossible for you to come back, but..."

"Just say it, as long as you let me return to your side, I’ll agree to any condition." Vivi swore hurriedly.

Boss Warren smiled lewdly, looking at Vivi from above.

"As long as you’re willing to be my obedient dog, serving me happily, maybe I’ll give you a third or fourth female role, otherwise, you’d better get lost early."

"You..." Vivi hadn’t expected Boss Warren to say such things, and couldn’t help but swear at him.

However, seeing his leisurely and well-prepared demeanor, she suppressed her inner anger.

Reaching such dire straits, the only person she could rely on was this patron.

In the next moment, Vivi forced a stiff smile and nestled into Boss Warren’s embrace: "Naturally, whatever Mr. Warren says goes."

Boss Warren seemed to have anticipated her reaction and coldly laughed: "From now on, obediently stay by my side, as long as you serve me happily, you’ll not lack a share of the benefits."

"Mr. Warren is right."

The next day.

Moira Young composed herself and arrived at the film set, only to find the second female role had been replaced.

After asking around, she learned that Vivi suddenly fell seriously ill, and it was contagious, so she could no longer stay with the crew.

She had no fondness for Vivi, nor was she interested in her matters; finding Vivi gone from the crew stirred no waves in her heart, thinking that a villain would get their comeuppance.

With Vivi no longer around to cause trouble, Moira reckoned the shooting would progress much faster, thus she felt relieved secretly.

Sure enough, today’s shooting went much smoother, Moira Young’s performance was impressive, most of her scenes required only one take.

During break time while others went to eat, she diligently pored over the script, her earnest attitude significantly improved the director’s impression of her.

Moira Young’s hard work also allowed everyone to wrap up the shooting more than two hours earlier.

While everyone was packing up the equipment, the director approached Moira Young, his eyes full of undisguised appreciation: "Moira, your performance today was great, keep it up."

"I will." Moira Young subtly raised her eyebrows, reflecting her good mood at the moment.

"Tomorrow’s shoot will be more demanding, can you handle it?" The director asked with concern.

Moira Young nodded: "I can."

Her calm, neither servile nor overbearing demeanor again impressed the director.

Having initially thought she was some ordinary girl who got in through connections, he realized he had underestimated her.

"Alright, keep up the good work." The director nodded with satisfaction, then added, "Today the crew wrapped early, we’re planning to gather together, you’re coming too."

This was a statement, not a question.

Moira Young was a bit tired today, wanting to go back to rest early, but seeing the director’s enthusiasm, she felt poor refusing: "Okay, I got it."

In the evening, at The Sovereign Club.

This was Moira Young’s first time attending such a large gathering, the massive round table was filled with people, bustling with activity.

Because the crew was large, excluding the extras, there were more than a hundred people, not to mention the staff of the crew.

Moira Young sat at a table with the director and seven or eight others who had important roles in the drama, along with the producer and other key staff, adding up this table had more than twenty people.

No sooner had the dinner begun that the table was already shrouded in smoke. Moira Young frowned, feeling uncomfortable and covered her nose slightly.

After a while, she couldn’t bear it anymore and excused herself to go to the bathroom to get some fresh air.

She had just left when Sean Dunn also quietly stood up and left.

The group had drunk quite a bit, so nobody noticed Sean Dunn’s departure.

Moira Young stood on the hotel’s balcony, letting the cold air relax her, just as she was about to close her eyes to enjoy the refreshing air, she heard a warm voice behind her. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"Why are you alone here enjoying the breeze?"

She turned around to meet Sean Dunn’s smiling eyes and couldn’t help but sigh: "It was too stuffy, I came out to get some air."

"Here." Sean Dunn smiled and handed the glass of red wine he was holding to Moira Young.

Moira Young hesitated but still reached out to take it, and then looked at Sean Dunn: "As the lead actor, shouldn’t you be sitting in with the others, why are you out here too?"

Hearing her words, Sean Dunn couldn’t help but laugh: "You, the lead actress, ran out, why can’t I come out for some air too?"

As Moira Young thought about it, a hint of embarrassment flashed across her pretty face.

"Just as well, in this cool night air, we can chat about the script." Sean Dunn suggested.

Of course, she had no objections, she was worried about not having anyone to guide her, and Sean Dunn’s offer was exactly what she wished for.

As they chatted, Sean Dunn raised his glass to her: "Let’s toast to a smooth shooting."

Without thinking much, Moira Young lightly clinked glasses with him and took a sip of the red wine.

What she didn’t expect, however, was that just this small sip sent her consciousness into a haze within minutes.

Though young and innocent, Moira was not foolish.

In that instant, she understood what was happening.

Seeing Moira Young’s steps begin to falter, Sean Dunn quickly reached out to support her, his voice tinged with a hint of hidden glee: "Moira, you’re drunk."

At this moment, Moira Young felt her body as if on fire, hot and itchy, she opened her mouth trying to say something but only managed to make a soft whimper.