Chapter 1111
Chapter 1111:
Joziah’s blood boiled. He shot daggers at Rory, fists clenched as if he were ready to punch him. But Rory didn’t even flinch. He simply met Joziah’s fury with a steady, unyielding gaze of his own.
As the argument escalated, Rory’s assistant hurried in and stepped between them. He grabbed Joziah by the arm and dragged him out of the room. “Mr. Ruiz, Margo needs to rest. It’s best if you leave for now p>
Once Joziah was out of sight, the assistant exhaled in relief. He stepped outside for a breath of fresh air, then gently closed the door behind him.
Margo’s embarrassed expression finally eased. She gave Rory a small smile. “Thank you, Rory p>
“You’re welcome p>
Rory sat back down in the chair beside the bed and let out a quiet sigh. “Honestly, it’s not a big deal. I just didn’t expect Joziah to harass you like that. I know that for new actors and actresses, it’s normal to be brought to wine parties and dinners to get roles. It’s part of the industry. But you should keep your distance from Joziah. He’s filthy rich and a womanizer p>
Margo pressed her lips together and nodded. Truthfully, she had always been careful—especially since Joziah had been so persistent. She just didn’t feel comfortable rejecting him to his face.
“Okay. I’ll be careful,” she said softly. Then she hesitated. “But Rory… it seems like you have a grudge against Mr. Ruiz p>
Rory sighed again, doing his best to stay calm. “It’s nothing. I once went to a dinner party and saw him harassing a girl. I got so angry that I ended up fighting him p>
Margo blinked, stunned. After a brief pause, she let out a small chuckle. “I never expected you to fight someone, Rory. I always thought of you as gentle and refined p>
Her teasing eased the tension in the room. The corner of Rory’s mouth lifted, amused despite himself.
Meanwhile, knowing Susan had plans to sabotage her design draft, Annabel carefully created a new, fake version. The dress in the new sketch was identical to the one she had instructed Chana to describe to Talia that day.
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Taking a deep breath, Annabel finished the drawing and printed it out. Then she called Chana and asked her to come pick it up.
When Chana arrived, Annabel handed her the design sketch inside a transparent plastic envelope.
“If Talia approaches you again about the dress, make sure you leave this somewhere obvious so she’ll have a chance to steal it p>
Chana glanced at the sketch and nodded. Then she clutched it to her chest as if it were top-secret. “Got it p>
As expected, Talia showed up at Leo Studio the next afternoon and asked to see the design for her dress.
Chana could barely contain her excitement when she saw her. She presented the sketch as though it were a priceless treasure. “This is the first draft of my design. There will be opals in the same color as the dress as decorations at the waist, and the cuffs will be trimmed with gold thread. If you have any issues with it, tell me and I’ll make adjustments p>
Talia put on a surprised expression as she accepted the paper and examined it closely. In truth, she had no interest in reading it at all. Instead, her eyes swept the room as if she were looking for something else.