Landon Lawson squinted his eyes and surveyed the surroundings. The cold aura made everyone present afraid to even breathe. Clearly just one person, yet his powerful presence subdued them all.
"Is this how you treat artists? By selling their body and looks?" Chase Orwell sneered coldly, the smile at the corner of his mouth appeared unnaturally frozen.
The manager’s body trembled uncontrollably, legs shaking constantly. If not for sitting down, they would have stumbled to the ground.
"President Orwell... this... I never made Vera sell her body and looks."
Seeing the manager’s nervous demeanor, Landon Lawson smiled faintly, but the cold smile felt even more indifferent and merciless.
"Stephen, I’m feeling a bit dizzy."
Vera Yates leaned all her weight on Chase Orwell, her pretty little face flushed with a hint of red, looking pitifully drunk.
The woman actively wrapped her arms around Landon’s elbow, appearing utterly fragile.
Landon gently patted Vera’s small hand, reassuring her not to fear.
"I’m here, no one will dare to harm you in the slightest." Landon’s icy eyes finally softened a bit.
Vera Yates felt joyful within, if Landon had no feelings for her, she wouldn’t believe it for a second.
Landon turned his gaze toward the overweight man who had been pawing Vera earlier. Feeling his gaze, the man shivered and stumbled, grasping the table. Due to the many people at the table, he resorted to feebly arguing, "We were just normally eating and discussing the script."
As the man finished speaking, Landon’s aura grew drastically, suppressing everyone so heavily that they dared not breathe.
In the silent room, even a pin drop could be heard clearly.
Landon snorted coldly, eyes icy as he looked at the man, "If I remember correctly, you have a wife who never lets you attend such events, and your current status relies on her family’s influence. If she knew about this, who knows what would happen."
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"Landon Lawson, you’re going too far!" The man shouted, masking his true fear.
"With your own unresolved scandals, how do you have the mind to meddle in my affairs?"
Vera gently tugged Landon’s sleeve, her charming eyes filled with worry, her rosy lips moving, "Stephen, you haven’t resolved matters with Sienna yet. If this gets out, it won’t be good for you either. I’d rather not trouble you."
Vera’s pitiful demeanor was well-performed; she purposely wanted Landon to appear here today. Only in this way could she bind them together again and dispel public rumors.
Her mouth slightly curled up where no one would see, everything was under control.
"Landon, did you hear? Clean up your own messy affairs before involving yourself in others," the man overheard Vera’s words clearly, smiling coldly, seizing the notion that Landon wouldn’t publicly share the matter.
"Trouble? I’ve never considered your matters as trouble." Landon wasn’t buying it, his gentle eyes fixed on Vera.
Vera pressed her lips, gently resting her face on his shoulder, eyes welled with tears.
Her small nose became red, just loud enough for everyone to hear, "I always knew Stephen’s heart had room for me, always holding me dear from childhood."
Vera’s words instantly caused an uproar, everyone turned their gaze to the pair.
Recently, rumors circulated that Landon and Vera were closely linked, rekindling feelings for his ex-wife. Yet, today’s dramatic event made them question the gossip.
If Landon disliked Vera, why would he appear here today?
Landon didn’t overthink; Vera had heard such words since childhood, and he always treated her as a sister, protecting her from harm since she was young.
In a silence, the door to the private room was pushed open again from the outside.
A large and small figure entered from outside, the older in professional attire, exuding a charismatic air that captured all attention, while the chubby young child beside them had a pink, cherubic face with bright eyes, but most striking was the little face identical to Landon’s.
The happiness on Vera’s face vanished the moment she saw the newcomer, her eyes suddenly clouding over.
Why did she appear here?
Landon watched as Sienna guided Evan in, momentarily shaken but said nothing, for they had come together. At first, Sienna stood with Evan by the door, so why suddenly enter now?
Sienna’s gaze swept around, finally settling on Vera clinging to Landon’s arm, her lips slightly smiling. For some reason, Landon felt a twinge of guilt under Sienna’s gaze, discreetly withdrawing his arm from Vera’s embrace.
Seeing herself empty-handed, Vera’s eyes subtly furrowed, a shadow passing through them. What little joy she felt was short-lived, as Sienna came to spoil her act.
Her white hands fell by her sides, clenched into a fist, nails digging into her flesh, but she felt no pain, her internal anger numb to everything else.
Why? Why did Sienna come in at this time? Why did Landon withdraw his arm? Was it because of Sienna?
What does she amount to? After vanishing for five years, she just returns, stealing away her place in Landon’s heart.
Her man would never be taken back by Sienna.
Sienna’s lips gradually curved upward, clearly observing Vera’s changing expression, relishing it thoroughly.
Since childhood, she had faced various bullying from Vera, tricked into giving up a kidney, still unsatisfied, wanting her dead before being pleased.
Loving Landon was acceptable, openly pursuing him was fine, but Vera insisted on despicably trying to take Sienna’s life to be content.
Sienna’s frivolous smile made Vera grind her teeth in hate, yet with Landon standing by, she couldn’t utter a word.
"Why make the atmosphere so tense? Can’t we sit down and talk?" Sienna’s lips slightly curled, her calm demeanor, admirable amidst the oppressive atmosphere.