Ryan Richard was sitting on the sofa when he heard the sound of keys unlocking from the entrance hall.
"You filmed a video and used it to blackmail the director and producer of the film crew?"
Emily Allen dumped her bag onto the sofa, her beautiful eyes full of coldness as she looked at Ryan Richard.
"Does this concern you more than your own scandal being exposed?"
Ryan Richard sneered at her, noticing the impatience on her face.
Emily Allen’s eyebrows knitted slightly, she extended her fair hand towards Ryan Richard. "This video concerns me, you should give me half."
With this, he blackmailed all the directors and producers involved.
In less than half a day, he got no less than tens of millions!
"Emily Allen, do you have no shame!" Ryan Richard grabbed her wrist tightly.
"Let go!" Emily Allen looked at her slightly reddened wrist, twisting her arm in pain.
"You bitch, you cheated behind my back, insulted me, I must be out of my mind to give you any money!"
Ryan Richard grabbed Emily Allen’s hair, flinging her onto the sofa.
The veins in his neck bulged, his eyes bloodshot.
Emily Allen’s cold sneer was more pronounced, looking unconcerned about Ryan Richard’s actions.
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Ever since she discovered that Ryan Richard had obtained the video of her with someone else, she no longer harbored any hope of living peacefully with him.
If they were to fall out completely, then she would make a total mess of it!
"You think I won’t dare?" Ryan Richard grabbed Emily Allen by the neck.
"You shameless creature, even if I strangle you, it would be a service to the world!"
Emily Allen kicked him hard.
Ryan Richard hadn’t expected her to pull a stunt like that, he fell to the ground in pain.
Emily Allen got up from the sofa, smoothing her messy hair ad kicked Ryan Richard, spitting at him.
"I think, crippling you for life would truly be a service to the world!"
She picked up her bag and left, slamming the door loudly on her way out.
The moment she stepped out, her phone, which was in the bag, rang.
She picked it up, her voice shifting into a sweet tone: "Hello, director, why are you calling me now?"
"Emily Allen, I didn’t expect you to play tricks. You’ve really stepped on my toes!"
The harsh voice left Emily Allen startled.
"No, director, it’s just a misunderstanding!"
As she tried to explain, she was rudely cut off by the director: "Emily Allen, do you think you’re that important? From today onwards, you will no longer exist in this industry!"
Then there was the sound of the line being cut off.
Emily Allen was stunned, she quickly called her agent, only to be told through sobs.
All her gigs had been cancelled, many people clearly stated they won’t work with her.
She was essentially blacklisted!
Emily Allen looked in shock as all her posters were taken down from the internet.
She was anxious but helpless!
After all, the directors and producers Emily Allen had offended were all heavyweights in the industry, very few would dare to oppose them.
But every cloud has a silver lining, her agent eventually made contact with a bigwig in the film industry.
They had a film in the making and needed a supporting actress.
The agent hurriedly told Emily Allen to meet the fifty-year-old bigwig privately.
Emily Allen looked at the fat and greasy man, suppressing her discomfort and plastered a smile on her face.
Every trick she knew was employed that night.
The next day, the middle-aged bigwig half-naked on the bed, squinting at Emily Allen getting dressed, finally agreed to give her the gig.