Darling, I Submit novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Don't Scare Her

Many big shots had gathered in another private room at Night Siren.

Niles pushed open the door and leaned over to Keith, saying, "Miss Jefferson has arrived."

Keith's fingers froze slightly on the table. "She's here for business?"

Niles nodded. "Her agent helped her get an audition for a role. Miss Jefferson might be too embarrassed to refuse. I heard that...."

"Miss Jefferson? Which Miss Jefferson?" Jackson brought over a glass of wine upon hearing their conversation and became interested.

In their circle of friends, only Keith was always alone, and it was rare to hear him refer to a woman.

Niles smiled at him. "Hello, Mr. Luther. You look very handsome today."

"Thank you! I think so too." After speaking, Jackson looked back at the man next to him and asked leisurely, "Which Miss Jefferson? Is she a socialite or an actress?"

Keith raised his hand slightly, indicating for Niles to continue.

"According to the waiter, Miss Jefferson was forced to toast as soon as she arrived. Most of the people there were investors and actresses."

The purpose of the gathering of actresses and investors was evident.

Keith's face suddenly darkened, and his eyes were full of displeasure.

Jackson raised an eyebrow at this scene and thought, "The legendary Keith Fuller actually cares about that woman so much?"

Jackson was even more curious now and wondered which lady could have such a great influence on Keith.

Jackson chimed in, "Ivan's private room? He's here to attend a gathering today."

"Yes. Do you know him, Mr. Luther?"

Jackson put down his glass and looked very righteous. "Mr. Fuller, you don't need to deal with these nouveau riche and small potatoes. I'll go and bring Miss Jefferson here to you, and I guarantee not a single hair on her head will be harmed."

Keith said slowly, "Don't scare her."

Jackson was dumbfounded and responded, "It turns out that you're so concerned about her. Don't worry! I'll just pass on the message. If anyone dares to force Miss Jefferson to drink, I'll throw them into the Atlantic Ocean to feed the sharks."

Keith picked up the glass in front of him with his bony hands, his voice low and husky. "The same to you."

Jackson muttered, "F*ck!"

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Mr. Chanderson, the biggest investor in The Old Palace, was notorious in the industry for his lecherous behavior. Being noticed by him could be a good thing, but it might not necessarily be so.

"It's just a drink, Miss Jefferson. Don't you want to drink with me?" Mr. Chanderson asked. "Don't blame me for not reminding you. Director Gates' new film has attracted many top actresses to audition. It's a great opportunity in front of you, Miss Jefferson. Are you going to let it slip away?"

As soon as Mr. Chanderson finished his sentences, everyone looked at Angelina.

Someone of them were jealous and teasing. Most of them were just watching the show.

It was a blatant threat.

Angelina had to drink the wine, even if she didn't want to.

She gazed down and gave a charming smile. "There are still a few top actresses here. How can I just steal the role from them?"

Mr. Chanderson smiled meaningfully when he heard this. "The roles haven't been decided yet. How could it be called "steal?" Miss Jefferson, as long as you want it, you can even play the female lead."

Director Gates had a strange temper and it was impossible to contact him. The actresses could only increase the success of their auction by pleasing the investors.

Queenie was originally the front-runner, but she never expected Angelina to show up.

"Angelina, Mr. Chanderson is so good to you, but you even refuse to have a drink with him?" Queenie said words dripped with sarcasm.

Just then, the door to the private room opened.

"I'd like to see who wants to be sharks' food in the Atlantic," Jackson said as he walked in.

Seeing Jackson, Mr. Chanderson, who had been sitting leisurely, immediately stood up. "Mr. Luther, what brings you here?"

As soon as Jackson entered, he caught the attention of Angelina.