Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Dynasty Pictures had all but monopolized the entertainment industry in the U.S.

It controlled nearly half of the country’s prime theater chains.

Its reach extended across animation studios, talent agencies, record labels, and more-backed by countless top-tier IPs.

With a single word from Weston, turning a few actors into A-list stars was effortless.

Over the years, Dynasty had launched countless celebrities, and the films it backed had taken home major awards time and again.

Even the number-one box office hit in the country had come from Dynasty.

Anyone in the film and television industry knew exactly who

Weston was.

If Dynasty Pictures was a massive ship, then Weston was the one

at the helm.

In business, he was decisive and ruthless-cold to the point of

cruelty.

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Once he made a move, he never backed down.

There was no compromise.

Only two outcomes: acquisition… or ruin.

Over the years, he’d rarely been tied to any scandals. Since he was often seen with Damian, Lucas, and the others, rumors had even spread that he preferred men.

So… was Stella his woman?

What kind of bad luck had brought this devil here today?

No one had ever seen anything like this.

Faces around the room turned pale.

Egbert-who had been throwing his weight around just moments ago-felt his legs give out. He collapsed to the ground as if all the strength had drained from his body.

Looking up at Weston, his lips trembled uncontrollably.

“Mr. Heade… I was blind. I deserve to die. Please, just have mercy. Someone like me isn’t worth your time.”

He hesitated, glancing briefly at Stella before quickly looking

away.

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“It was a misunderstanding-a complete misunderstanding! I didn’t know Ms. Parker was with you. If I had known, I wouldn’t have dared lay a hand on her…”

Weston’s gaze turned ice-cold.

“Who gave you the right to touch her?”

Weston’s voice wasn’t loud, but the pressure behind it was suffocating.

“Filmmaking? You think you’re even qualified to say that word?”

His gaze swept over Egbert, then the rest of the pale-faced crowd.

“With a little money and a few connections, you think you can turn a dinner into a cattle call-and treat actors like nothing more than commodities?”

“It’s people like you who’ve poisoned this entire industry.”

Egbert’s nose was still bleeding, and his swollen lips twitched with pain.

Now that they knew who Weston was, every last trace of arrogance had vanished.

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He shrank back, trembling.

“Mr. Heade is right. We’re trash. We’re parasites. We’ve polluted the art, corrupted the industry… dragged everything down with us.”

“Please-just show some mercy. We’ll disappear. We’ll stay out of your sight. We won’t ever show up in front of you or Ms. Parker again.”

“Mr. Heade is right. We’ll turn over a new leaf. We’ll change-I

swear.”

The man who had been shouting the loudest earlier now stood there with his head lowered, his voice careful, almost fearful.

“We’ll never do anything like this again. Please, give us one more chance, Mr. Heade. We’re not even worth dirtying your shoes

over.”

Even Paul, who had always thought highly of himself, was now drenched in cold sweat.

He grabbed a tissue and kept wiping his forehead, forcing himself to sound calm and professional.

“Mr. Heade… what happened today-that’s on me. I didn’t manage my people properly. I failed to set the right example. Reople in this industry should be learning from someone like4:21

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you.”

“After this, I’ll go back and take a hard look at everything. We’ll clean things up. This kind of behavior won’t happen again.”

Watching their darting eyes-full of fear, yet still clinging to a pathetic shred of hope, Weston almost laughed.

A cold scoff escaped him, his face full of contempt.

If a few apologies and pleas for mercy were enough to wipe the slate clean, then everything he had built would mean nothing.

Weston had always been the kind of man who settled every

score.

He lifted his leg and kicked the nearest lackey hard.

The man didn’t even have time to react+he let out a scream as he was sent flying.

His head slammed against the floor, and he blacked out instantly.

The room fell into dead silence.

No one dared even breathe too loudly.

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The moment he looked up and met Weston’s eyes, that cold, razor-sharp gaze made his entire body tremble.

Regret hit him all at once.

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