Chapter 44: Bowing Down for Money
"President Fairchild, I’ll send someone to investigate this thoroughly," Tommy said at once.
"She has a son. Focus your investigation on that child. And make sure you dig up every detail of that woman’s private life from the last three or four years! I want the results within twenty-four hours!"
"Yes!"
Tommy backed out of the room at top speed, not daring to stay a second longer.
’When President Fairchild is furious, it’s an absolute bloodbath.’
Jasper Rockwell shifted uncomfortably in his seat, not quite sitting, not quite standing. ’What on earth happened last night? I’m dying to know, but I don’t dare ask.’
"Starting today, you’ll be Zane Langdon’s personal assistant."
"What? Evan, I’m the Third Young Master of the Rockwell family, for crying out loud! And you want me to be Zane Langdon’s personal assistant?"
"A one-million-dollar commission. Take it, or you can get lost and go back to Rockwellburg."
"Deal!"
’The dignified Third Young Master of the Rockwell family, reduced to bowing his head for money. What a sad state of affairs.’
Jasper Rockwell walked up and leaned on the desk, propping his elbows on it. "So, spill. Any hidden objectives with this assignment? I heard Miss Monroe is on this film crew too, and that she was seriously injured and almost disfigured. You’re making me Zane Langdon’s personal assistant on the surface, but what you really want is for me to look after your crush, isn’t it?"
"Just do your job. You can get out now."
Jasper Rockwell turned, picked up the medicine from the desk, and downed it. He immediately pulled a lollipop out of his pocket and popped it into his mouth.
"I’m out of here!"
...
Melody Monroe stared at her reflection in the mirror. ’So much for being a "natural beauty,"’ she thought. ’What a lie. Look at the state I’m in. I’d scare people to death if I went out now. I’ve even got dark circles.’
Time was tight, so she took a quick shower, changed, and rushed to the set. Today, her only hope was the makeup artist.
The news that Zane Langdon was joining the production had been buzzing online for days.
Huge crowds of fans had poured into the film studio complex.
The moment Zane Langdon’s car turned onto the main road of the studio complex, it was mobbed by passionate fans, bringing it to a complete halt.
"Zane Langdon!"
"Zane Langdon!"
They all screamed his name, desperate for a glimpse of their idol.
A large contingent of media had gathered as well. Any topic related to Zane Langdon was guaranteed to generate buzz.
Inside the million-dollar-plus luxury van, there were five men and two women.
Zane Langdon sat in the very back, dressed in a custom-tailored casual suit. At only twenty-four, he looked exceptionally fresh-faced. With his god-like looks, on-point acting skills, a history of being a top student since childhood, proficiency with musical instruments, a love for racing... the list of his merits was endless.
The man sitting up front was Zane Langdon’s manager, who had also been poached by Starfall.
The other two passengers were women. One was a slightly chubby woman in her thirties, and the other was a twenty-something with glasses. Both were Zane Langdon’s assistants.
"This is insane! We’re already half an hour late. At this rate, we won’t make it to the set for another two hours. I can’t believe this is happening here."
"I’m getting out."
Everyone else in the van turned to look at Zane Langdon.
"Zane Langdon, are you out of your mind? You’re going to walk from here?"
"Can the van move?" Zane Langdon retorted.
The others in the van fell silent.
The door slid open, and Zane Langdon stepped out.
"AHH!"
"AHHHHHHHHH!"
"Zane Langdon got out!"
"Zane! I love you!"
His team immediately formed a barrier in front of him; even the driver got out to help.
"Thank you, everyone. I appreciate the support, but I need to get to the set for filming. Could you please clear a path for me?" Zane Langdon asked the crowd of fans.
The handsome, clean-cut young man offered a brilliant, sunny smile that seemed to momentarily eclipse the world’s splendor.