Chapter 1308
Chapter 1308:
Margo’s agent went pale. She hurriedly apologized to the director and rushed after Margo.
“What the hell is wrong with her?” the director fumed, his face twisted with anger. “Is this how unprofessional actors are these days? Do they just do whatever they want p>
Rory was just as shaken by what had happened. Something felt off. He got up and followed in the direction Margo had gone.
“Margo! What’s wrong with you p>
By the time the agent caught up, Margo was already back in the dressing room, hurriedly taking off her jewelry. If the agent hadn’t arrived when she did, Margo probably would have started stripping off her dress too.
“I don’t want to film anymore,” Margo said coldly.
The agent froze. It was the first time she’d ever seen this side of Margo. After a beat, she stepped forward and grabbed Margo’s wrist.
“What happened?” she demanded. “Tell me p>
The agent had been with Margo since her debut, so she knew her well. Margo’s behavior today genuinely frightened her.
“That has nothing to do with you!” Margo’s voice trembled. She didn’t want to explain, only blurting out, “Anyone but him p>
“What?” The words were barely a whisper, and the agent couldn’t make them out.
“I’m exhausted. Can we talk about this tomorrow?” Margo said at last, yanking her arm free.
“Margo! Are you out of your mind?” The agent couldn’t hold back anymore, her tone sharpening. “Do you even know what you’re doing? This isn’t the time to act on impulse p>
“Why can’t I do what I want?” Margo shot back. For the first time in her life, she wanted to rebel. She wanted to defy everyone.
Her thoughts were in such chaos it felt physically painful.
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She had always loved the idea of being an actress, but now she could barely tell where her roles ended and reality began. She used to scoff at the notion of people suddenly breaking down. Now she was living it.
“Margo, are you kidding me?” the agent demanded, at a loss. “Do you want to quit p>
“I don’t know! I don’t know…” Margo shook her head, anguish written all over her face.
She shoved her agent aside and turned to leave, but someone suddenly blocked her path.
Rory.
His expression was hard. Without saying a word, he grabbed Margo and pulled her outside.
“Let go of me! Rory, let go of me!” Margo cried, struggling to keep up with his fast stride. She stumbled with nearly every step.
Rory didn’t answer. He just kept walking, as if trapped in a daze.
After what felt like forever, he finally stopped.
“What are you doing?” Margo asked, confused, looking down at the hand he still held in a tight grip. Her chest felt heavy, like she couldn’t breathe.