"Who do you think you are, daring to stand in my way?"
The words resonated clearly in her ears, and all expression on Zoe Anne’s face stiffened instantly.
Charlotte Thompson watched her reaction contentedly, then paused the recording leisurely, a faint smirk gracing her lips. "Miss Anne, ’Do not harm unless harmed.’ But you’ve said such unsavory things to my assistant, what do you suppose..."
Her lips curled into a derisive smile, "...if this recording were to be made public? I wonder if your image as a gentle, intelligent, pure, and virtuous lady would be able to endure."
At her words, Zoe Anne’s eyes widened in surprise, reflexively reaching for Charlotte’s phone.
But Charlotte was one step ahead.
She tucked her phone into her bag. Panic completely overtook Zoe Anne. She gritted her teeth, glowering at the woman before her.
Apparently realizing her current situation, she attempted to soften her tone desperately.
"What exactly do you want me to do for you to delete that recording?"
At her words, Charlotte let out a soft chuckle, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes. "Miss Anne, being responsible for one’s own actions is the least one could expect. I have no intention of targeting you."
She paused momentarily, stepping aside, her tone casual. "You insulted my assistant, you ought to apologize."
Then, she added, "Ideally, a 90-degree bow would show sincerity."
With that, Anne Zoe’s hands, hanging by her side, clenched tightly in response.
In all her life, she had never apologized to anyone, let alone an insignificant assistant?
Seeing her hesitation, Charlotte’s voice grew cold. "If Miss Anne feels wronged, then there’s no need."
Raising an eyebrow slightly, she smiled, "However, I can’t promise that this recording..."
Before she could even finish, the woman in front of her glared at her resentfully, took a deep breath and interrupted, "Fine, I apologize."
With that, she took a step back, bending deeply in a 90-degree bow, speaking through gritted teeth, "I’m sorry, I spoke harshly earlier."
Across from them, Coco looked at Charlotte in shock.
Charlotte responded with a reassuring smile, then said: "Miss Anne, I won’t make it difficult for you any longer. Let’s proceed with our original plan."
With that, she reached out to lead Coco into the lounge.
Inside, the arrogance previously visible on Zoe Anne’s assistant’s face had completely disappeared. They were taken aback by this unforeseen reversal as well as the stifled look on Zoe Anne’s face.
Zoe Anne’s resentful gaze rested on Charlotte for a few seconds, then she closed her eyes, turned around, and left in embarrassment.
Watching her leave so abruptly, her assistant’s face held embarrassment, he hurriedly followed her out.
Coco was still in a state of shock as they settled onto the couch.
She looked blankly at the unfazed woman across from her, a stunned expression in her eyes.
Then, she asked, somewhat dumbfounded, "Charlotte, what made you think to record it?"
At that, Charlotte lifted her gaze, tilted her head in thought, and said, "Reflex, I guess."
Catching hold of others’ weaknesses would enable a more effective counterattack.
Zoe Anne’s fame was her armor, as well as her weakness.
Without her fans and reputation, she would be left with nothing.
Coco seemed thoughtful, nodding in agreement, then she glanced at her wristwatch. Follow current novels on novelꜰire.net
They had less than twenty minutes until the shoot began.
She moistened her lips, looked up and said, "Charlotte, you should prepare. Shooting will begin soon."
Upon hearing this, Charlotte nodded, stood up from the couch, and said, "Let’s go check out the set first."