Chapter 571
Chapter 570:
Penelope did not waste time on small talk. She leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with professional hunger, and slapped the glossy folder onto the glass coffee table, sliding it toward Jocelyn.
Gold foil letters on the cover read: Expecting in the Upper East Side.
“It’s a new reality docu-series for the biggest streaming platform in the world,” Penelope said, her words firing off like a machine gun. “They want to follow the pregnancies of the most elite, untouchable women in New York. They had a list of socialites lined up, but the second I heard you were pregnant, I told the executives to scrap it. You are their white whale, Jo p>
Jocelyn’s smile disappeared. She stared at the folder as though it were a live grenade.
“Absolutely not,” she said, shaking her head and pushing the folder back across the glass. “Penelope, you know Gaston. He is violently protective of our privacy. He would burn the streaming platform’s servers to the ground before letting cameras into our home p>
Penelope leaned back and crossed her legs, entirely undeterred.
“I know Gaston is a dragon guarding his hoard,” she said smoothly. “But this isn’t about Gaston. This is about you. You are Jocelyn Wolfe. You took over a hotel empire. You destroyed the people who hurt you. But to the public? You are still just the billionaire’s wife p>
The words landed squarely in the center of Jocelyn’s chest. Her fingers tightened around her cold cup.
“This is a chance to build your own personal brand,” Penelope pressed, sensing the hesitation. “To have your own voice. You control the narrative p>
𝘘𝘶a𝗅𝗂t𝘆 𝘵𝘳a𝗻𝗌𝗅𝗮𝗍𝗂о𝗻ѕ о𝗻 𝘨a𝘭ո𝗼𝗏е𝘭𝘀.сo𝗺
Jocelyn glanced down at the binder in her lap — her charity foundation. She needed capital. Clean, independent capital that had nothing to do with the Collins family accounts.
“I don’t want my life edited for drama,” she said, her voice wavering slightly.
Penelope smiled like a shark scenting blood. She reached over, flipped the folder open, and turned straight to the last page, tapping a manicured fingernail against a specific line in the contract.
Jocelyn’s eyes followed her finger. Her pupils dilated.
The appearance fee was staggering — a number with so many zeros it looked like a typo. And just below it sat a clause for backend streaming points. It was enough money to fully fund her charity foundation for the next ten years.
“I am the executive producer,” Penelope said softly, playing her final card. “I will write it into the contract that you have absolute final cut privilege. Nothing airs without your signature. You control the cameras. You control the story p>
Jocelyn’s heart began to race. The money was extraordinary. But more than that, the idea of stepping out of Gaston’s massive shadow — of claiming her own space in the world — was intoxicating. She wanted to be a force, not simply a protected asset.
“The cameras only film in designated areas,” Jocelyn said, her voice sharpening into something businesslike. “They do not interfere with my hotel work. And they never film the baby’s face when it is born p>
Penelope grinned, practically vibrating. “Done. Whatever you want p>
The heavy glass doors of the sunroom slid open.
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