Alexa's eyes narrowed as she approached July, her stilettos clicking menacingly on the pavement.
"Oh, honey," she drawled, her voice dripping with condescension. "Are you really trying to play with fire? You'll only burn yourself, and trust me, you can't afford any more damage to that face." “Let’s see who will hide her face after my post. If you beg me, then I can give it a thought,” she smirked and moved her feet in front of her so that she could beg easily for mercy. Alexa was controlling her anger till now because of Max, but now she realizes that she don’t deserve any respect. She let out a derisive snort. "I mean, seriously? Challenging me? It's like watching a chihuahua try to take on a wolf. Adorable, but ultimately stupid just like you." July's eyes flashed with anger. "I'm not stupid, Alexa. And Max? He's nothing special. That's why I'm leaving him. You're welcome to my leftovers." Alexa's gaze flicked to Max, a triumphant smirk spreading across her face. "Thank goodness you finally divorced her, Max. I was starting to worry her delusions might be contagious." She possessively grasped Max's hand, her icy gaze piercing through July. A wicked smile played across her lips. "Watch your mouth, sweetie," Alexa purred, her voice now a venomous whisper. "We wouldn't want your adoring fans to find out why your car really crashed outside the civil department, would we?" July's face paled. "You wouldn't dare -" "Oh, wouldn't I?" Alexa's laugh was sharp and cruel. "Face it, honey. Your squeaky-clean image is as fake as your talent. And about as convincing as your attempt at a career." "At least I don't have to buy my men," July spat back. Alexa's eyes flashed dangerously. "No, you just drive them away. How many exes is it now? I've lost count." July lunged forward, but Greg held her back. Alexa turned to Max, her demeanor instantly softening. "Come on, Max. Let's leave these... lesser beings to their drama." As Alexa tugged him towards her car, Max cast one last glance at July. Their eyes met, a flicker of regret passing between them. "July," he said softly, "focus on Greg. What we had... it's over. Move on." With that, he slid into Alexa's sleek SUV car. Greg watched the car disappear, his frown deepening. A complex mix of emotions churned within him - anger at Alexa's cruelty, concern for July, and an unexpected surge of envy. "He's lucky," Greg murmured, his voice barely audible. July turned to him, her brow furrowed. "What did you say?" "Nothing," Greg quickly replied, averting his gaze. July's eyes flashed with anger and jealousy. "I can't let them win like this. Did you see how Max just left with her? After everything we've been through!" She clenched her fists, trembling with rage. "He had the nerve to cheat on me, and now he's flaunting it. I'll teach him a lesson he won't forget." Greg pushed aside his conflicting emotions and turned to comfort July. "Hey, don't let them get to you," he said softly. "We'll land another movie soon, and before you know it, we'll be shopping for a car that'll make Alexa's look like junk. And Max? He'll still just be a glorified gigolo." Inwardly, Greg cursed Max for landing such a beautiful and rich woman. A part of him wished he was in Max's shoes. But he quickly shook off the thought, reminding himself that he had July. "Listen," Greg continued, his voice gentle. "You don't need to be sad. I'll teach that good-for-nothing a lesson soon enough. Don't worry about stress lines, okay? You need to take care of your beauty. Tell you what - I'll buy you a new car myself. How does that sound?" July's tension seemed to ease a bit. She nodded, managing a small smile. "You're right," she said, leaning into Greg. "I've been under so much stress. But now... now I'm free. And I'm lucky to have you, not that loser." She looked up at Greg, her eyes softening. "Thank you for being here for me. You're so much better than Max ever was." Greg felt a surge of pride. He wrapped an arm around July's shoulders, pulling her close. "That's my girl," he said with a wolfish grin. "Now, how about we go celebrate your new freedom?" In the SUV, Max sat in silence for a while, his mind reeling from the encounter. Finally, he turned to Alexa. "Why did you come here?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Alexa smiled, her eyes softening as she looked at him. "Your grandfather told me you were finalizing the divorce. I couldn't let you face this alone. I had to be here for you." As she drove, Alexa thought about the past. She had loved Max for a long time, dreaming of a future together. When he left her to marry July, it broke her heart. But now, fate had brought them back together. She felt a mix of happiness and relief, along with old feelings coming back. Alexa wondered what had changed in Max's life to bring him back to her and what this meant for her future. She reached out and squeezed his hand. "Now you'll finally be coming back home, where you belong. I couldn't be happier." Max nodded slowly, still processing everything that had just happened. "Thanks," he said softly. "You're welcome, my ex-fiancé," Alexa replied, her voice warm with affection. 'After all this time,' she thought, 'we're finally getting our second chance. I won't let anything come between us again.' She glanced at Max, a small smile playing on her lips.
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"This is the list for available artists," Ivan muttered, throwing the file in his hand on the desk casually. "Take your pick." His attitude was full of arrogance, and it was obvious he was throwing his weight around now that he was in charge of Max’s affairs. But the latter did not seem bothered by his attitude and simply picked it up, flipping the pages open to take a look. After some time, he looked up again and pointed to a name amongst the list. When Ivan looked down and saw who it was, his face instantly changed. "What? Marianne? Who put her on the list? She's my artist. Choose someone else." Max gave him a scrutinizing look and retorted simply, "She's the one I want." "What do you mean she's the one you want!?" Ivan was about to blow his top in anger. Just then, the door of his office opened, and Marianne entered right in time. She stood by the door, hesitant, and faced Ivan. "You wanted to see me." Ivan nodded, beckoning to her. "Yeah. Come over here." She looked towar
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"Claire?" Max called out in surprise, and she spun around immediately when she heard his name. She looked surprised to see him standing there, but it was only for a moment before she looked at herself and the drunk man hankering about her, and a look of utter mortification crossed her face. The man who grabbed her didn't seem to care that there was a third party and continued to hanker, "Why the attitude, huh? Chris already gave his approval. You think you can last in this industry without pleasing us directors?" Claire’s lips curled in disgust, and she yanked her arm away from his grip. "So what if I can, you slimy old geezer? Do I look like some young girl you can prey on? Do I look like some naive starlet you can toy with? Take your filthy hands off me, you creep!" "You bitch-" The director looked even more furious when he heard that, and he reached out to grab her again. But Max was faster and directly pulled Claire over to his side, giving him a backhand slap. Probably, it w
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Blue Lagoon Bar Max swung his car into the bar's garage, the quiet purr of the engine cutting out as he stepped out. The cool evening breeze tugged at the black-on-black outfit he wore—a tailored shirt and slim-fit trousers - simple yet unmistakably expensive. He adjusted his cuffs, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he strolled toward the bar entrance. When he entered, he found his former boss, Sam, waiting by the door for him with two assistant managers beside him. When Max entered, they all stared at him in a mix of shock and awe - Max had really hit a jackpot. He went from an ordinary bartender to a noveau riche out of nowhere. Even though he wore a simple black on black attire, it wasn't hard to tell that they couldn't have been cheap out of the market. "Eh, Max. It's really you!" One of the two managers leaned forward, blinking hard. "You've really changed." The second manager chimed in, still trying to process the sight in front of him. “Man, you’ve changed. If I didn’t
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The secretarial section was empty when Max got to the top floor of the company, so he knocked on the door of the presidential office directly. “Come in,” Lawson’s voice echoed from inside. Max twisted the handle and strolled in, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. The secretary standing before Lawson paused mid-report, glancing briefly at Max, who made himself comfortable on the sleek leather sofa in the middle of the room. Lawson barely looked up, simply brushing over the secretary’s report, and it was obvious he didn’t want Max to hear what was being said. “That’ll be all. Leave it here.” The secretary nodded, placing a folder on the desk before making his quiet exit. Once the door clicked shut, Lawson turned his attention to Max, an exaggerated look of surprise washing over his features. He stood up and took a seat opposite Max, throwing his coat over the second sofa. “Well, well! If it isn’t our rising star,” he chuckled, slapping his thigh theatrically. “I sho
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"I didn't expect that this new manager is quite skilled," Max heard one of the members of the legal team mumble as he approached the meeting room. "Yeah, I simply thought he was fooling around that time he followed us. Who knew he was actually scheming?" "Yeah. So much evidence. Who knows how long he has been tailing that man to have found out so much? He even dug so deep that he found things that Richard himself would have forgotten." "Better be wary of such scheming people." Max merely chuckled to himself when he heard that and strode into the meeting room. His gaze found the speaker, and he muttered, "Don't worry, I'm not a rabid dog who goes around biting other people. As long as you don't cross my path, don't be too wary of me." The man instantly gave an awkward laugh when he heard that, and the rest of the room chuckled, except Ivan, of course. "Just saying..." Max took a seat and looked toward Ivan, who sat with his legs crossed and folded his arms. He was giving Max a p
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In Apex Villa, Somewhere in between the livecast, Noah had sat up again and was now watching intently. Once it eventually came to close and the Thompsons were escorted away by the police, he leaned back, folding his arms and stared at the figure in black shirt and white pants languidly striding out of the hall without a word. Meanwhile, Lauren and Jasper were still speechless at the sudden turn of events and everything that just happened. "What a dramatic turn of events!" Jasper finally broke the silence, slapping his thighs as he leaned back in his seat. “Richard was a full-on creep this whole time? He was the one behind everything, and yet he went around blaming you, Noah. Crying in front of the cameras like he was some victim. I swear, I didn’t see that coming.” Lauren’s eyes darted toward Noah, brows furrowing. "Did you know about it? That he was the culprit?" Noah sighed, shaking his head slowly. "No. Not the full story." He thought it had been a simple case of Richard
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