Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 3181

Chapter 3181

Nevertheless, I'll not shy away from standing up for myself.

"Really? Alright, let's put this issue aside for now."

Steven had no intention to pursue the matter.

Though he was clueless about the history between Megan and Jacinta, he could tell that the latter was here to make a scene.

Since she had caused him to lose face, he would not stand by her.

Jacinta was unwilling to give up, as she had yet to see Megan being reprimanded.

With a pitiful face, she said in a frail voice, "Mr.Hayes, but..."

However, Steven wasn't a soft-hearted man.

With an impatient look, he waved his hand dismissively.

"Call someone to pick you up.That's all for today.All of you may leave now."

In a daze, the actors and the crew exchanged glances.

Seeing that Steven had left, they checked on Jacinta for a short while before leaving the hotel.

Never had she thought that none of them fell for her scheme.

Enraged, the woman swiped everything off the table to vent her anger.

She then stood up, enduring the pain in her ankle.

"Megan, stop right there!"

The woman's bellow stopped Megan in her tracks as she ambled toward the entrance.

Beside her stood Francesca, who was now distracted from their conversation.

The two glanced at Jacinta simultaneously.

Her arrogant attitude was nowhere to be seen.

"You can't hide your true colors anymore, can you?"

Megan was appeased while watching her limp toward them like a disabled person.

"Are you happy now?"

Jacinta was observant enough to catch a glimpse of disdain in Megan's gaze.

Clenching her fists, she grumbled through gritted teeth, "Do you really think that the reporters will let you off like Mr.Hayes did?"

Megan chuckled at her words.

With her arms folded, an impish grin spread across her face as she teased, "It looks like you can't wait to see me make a fool of myself.I don't know if the reporters will leave me alone, but I'm sure that you certainly won't let me off the hook."

Her carefree demeanor showed her contempt for Jacinta.

The latter felt a wave of fury shoot through her, and her face reddened.

Pointing right at Megan, the woman shot daggers at her.

"You're only an ugly woman who was kicked out by Starling Media.What makes you think that you can go against me?"

"How awful."

Unable to stand it anymore, Francesca interrupted her out of the blue.

"As a popular celebrity, you're only humiliating yourself by doing these despicable deeds."

Those who were at the scene were well aware of the truth, let alone a shrewd and quick-witted woman like Francesca, who undoubtedly saw through Jacinta's ploy.

An unscrupulous and guileful woman like Jacinta would go to any length to harm others.

"How dare a small fry like you horn in on my affairs?"

Turning to glance at Francesca, she flew off the handle at the sight of the latter's unfamiliar face.

Even a nobody has the nerve to retort me now.

"Wake up, Jacinta!"

Megan promptly shielded Francesca behind her.

Her expression turned grim.

I don't want to drag anyone else into this mess.

"I know what I'm doing!"

Pressing her lips into a hard line, the woman gave them a death stare.

Dragging her injured leg, she wobbled forward and shoved Megan away.She then raised her hand, aiming right at Francesca's face.

In the next second, a tight slap landed on Jacinta’s cheek instead, leaving a palm print behind.

Her hand that froze in mid-air looked ridiculous.

"Argh! How dare you slap me! You b***h!"

Letting out a hysterical shriek, Jacinta lunged at Francesca to strangle her, but the latter dodged her attack.

Megan's heart skipped a beat.

Knowing that they had pushed Jacinta over the edge, she grabbed Francesca's hand and sprinted out of the hotel.

After a while, the two were short of breath when they returned to Francesca’'s car, gasping for air.

The scene at the hotel earlier popped into their minds.

Only someone with an influential background like Francesca had the guts to do such a thing.

Glancing at the woman beside her, Megan gave her a thumbs up.