A Crazy Night (Nathaniel and Christina) novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382 Necklace Photo Captured

“Be careful. Our efforts will be in vain the moment she starts feeling suspicious, another man warned

The one holding the camera looked grim I want being careless. She’s just way too alert

With a faint sigh, he checked the camera gallery. Every photograph contained Christina as the main subject

While going through his shots, the man’s eyes widened after he came across one image in particular Tve got a picture of her necklace!”

“That’s great. Hurry up and send it to Mr. Gibson!”

The man couldn’t contain his smile. Their employer had told them that they would be paid double as long as they took a picture containing Christina’s necklace.

Meanwhile, everyone was already gathered around a large, round table by the time Christina arrived.

She received many glares for being late.

Every seat at the table was already occupied, so the woman dragged a stool and was about to sit down when Francis patted the vacant seat next to him. “Sit over here.”

“It’s fine. I can hear everything from here.”

Christina sat behind a photographer, looking calm with a hint of austerity.

In the eyes of others, turning down Francis’ offer was an unforgivable act, but to Christina, this was nothing unusual.

An air of hostility engulfed the room in an instant.

“Let’s move on,” Francis announced.

The screenwriter snapped back to reality and continued speaking while glancing at the script, which was incomplete because she didn’t have enough knowledge of the costumes involved.

Just as she was about to turn around and ask the stylists for their opinions. Francis ended the meeting.

“That’s all for today. We’ll meet again this weekend, so do your best to finish up all your tasks,” he instructed.

After that, Christina stopped by the dressing room containing a large array of branded clothes, most of which were given to Francis through sponsorships.

The company only had a few artists now, so all its resources practically came from Francis.

Christina figured she would pick a few outfits and hand them to the screenwriter so that the latter could write the script according to the descriptions of the outfits,

Suddenly, the sound of the door closing came from behind.

“Christina, please resign,” Penelope demanded, walking in.

“I want to leave this job more than you want me to, so if you have the power to ask Francis to fire me,

“Be careful. Our efforts will be in vain the moment she starts feeling suspicious, another man warned.

The one holding the camera looked grim. I wasn’t being careless She’s just way too alert

With a faint sigh, he checked the camera gallery. Every photograph contained Christina as the main subject.

While going through his shots, the man’s eyes widened after he came across one image in particular. Tve got a picture of her necklace!”

“That’s great. Hurry up and send it to Mr. Gibson!”

The man couldn’t contain his smile. Their employer had told them that they would be paid double as long as they took a picture containing Christina’s necklace.

Meanwhile, everyone was already gathered around a large, round table by the time Christina arrived.

She received many glares for being late.

Every seat at the table was already occupied, so the woman dragged a stool and was about to sit down. when Francis patted the vacant seat next to him. “Sit over here.”

“It’s fine. I can hear everything from here.”

Christina sat behind a photographer, looking calm with a hint of austerity.

In the eyes of others, turning down Francis’ offer was an unforgivable act, but to Christina, this was nothing unusual.

An air of hostility engulfed the room in an instant.

“Let’s move on,” Francis announced.

The screenwriter snapped back to reality and continued speaking while glancing at the script, which was incomplete because she didn’t have enough knowledge of the costumes involved.

Just as she was about to turn around and ask the stylists for their opinions, Francis ended the meeting.

“That’s all for today. We’ll meet again this weekend, so do your best to finish up all your tasks,” he instructed.

After that, Christina stopped by the dressing room containing a large array of branded clothes, most of which were given to Francis through sponsorships.

The company only had a few artists now, so all its resources practically came from Francis.

Christina figured she would pick a few outfits and hand them to the screenwriter so that the latter could write the script according to the descriptions of the outfits.

Suddenly, the sound of the door closing came from behind.

“Christina, please resign,” Penelope demanded, walking in.

“I want to leave this job more than you want me to, so if you have the power to ask Francis to fire me,

please do that. I’d be eternally grateful,” Christina replied nonchalantly without turning around. To her, Penelope’s antics were nothing more than child’s play–boring and without substance.

With a huff, Penelope took out her phone and showed some pictures of Christina doing Francis makeup “Don’t you think fans would start digging up your dirt if I uploaded these photos online?”

The smug grin on her face widened as she continued to provoke Christina. “Then, I’ll spread some rumors of you trying to seduce Francis… Oh! I almost forgot that you have kids. What would they say if they saw these pictures? I look forward to that!”

Christina glanced at the photos, her expression clouding over as she noticed how every photo had been taken from suggestive angles.

She then walked over, raised an arm, and swung it.

Slap!

A red mark appeared on Penelope’s cheek at once, and her phone fell to the floor. “Christina! How dare you hit me?”

Christina icily picked up the device, went through every photo inside it, and deleted them one after another. After some thought, she then reformatted every image on the phone and tossed the phone aside. as though it were trash.

“How could you delete all my photos?” Penelope was so infuriated that she could kill.

“You took all of them secretly. I deleted them so you wouldn’t risk getting sued by Francis.” Christina’s expression remained frosty. All the pictures had been taken while Francis was working.

Some images were of him topless, which made things look especially ambiguous.

“You b*tch! How dare you delete my photos? I’ll kill you!”

Like a rabid animal, Penelope lunged at Christina, who had already read her movements and dragged the clothing rack over, causing the former to trip and crash onto the ground face-first.

Blood trickled on the floor as Penelope began to wail in pain. It was a pitiful sight.

Other employees who heard the commotion from outside rushed into the dressing room.

From the way Penelope had a face full of blood and Christina was merely standing upright, those who didn’t know better would automatically assume that Penelope was the victim.

The staff members who were close to Penelope targeted Christina right away.

“You’d better not think you can pick on others just because Mr. Fernando favors you!”

“You’re so selfish, Christina! Apologize to Penelope right now before you think about stepping out of this

room.”

“I’m not the one who should be apologizing,” Christina commented blandly, crossing her arms.

That only sounded like pure haughtiness in the ears of everyone else.

She hurt someone, but she’s asking for an apology?

“You’re out of your mind, Christina! How could you say such things?” a coworker scoffed.

The employees stood on Penelope’s side, ostracizing Christina.

At that very moment, Francis walked in.