Reborn Second Chance With The Scheming Tycoon novel Chapter 267

Chapter 221

Zoey Mitchell glared at Amelia Johnson like she wanted to burn a hole through her. Her knuckles. cracked as her fist clenched tight, itching to slap that flawless little face of hers.

Amelia saw right through it and didn’t even flinch–she casually leaned in, smirking.

“Plenty of reporters here tonight,” she said in an amused tone. “If someone caught, say, a certain rising star slapping someone in public, wouldn’t that make headlines?”

Zoey’s eyes widened for a second, and just like that, her fist went limp.

“Don’t get cocky–your luck won’t last!”

With a huff, Zoey stormed away, but a few minutes later she came sauntering back, this time with the director, putting on her sweetest voice. “Tonight’s our wrap party, right? If there are randoms here, it kinda kills the vibe for the rest of us.”

She was laying it on thick, and the director couldn’t resist, nodding along eagerly. “Yeah, that

makes sense.”

So, he was just about to have Amelia “politely” shown the door when-

“Director, I personally invited Amelia. If she goes, that means you’re telling me to leave, too?”

Isla Shaw swooped in, linking arms with Amelia like they were besties. Her beautiful but cold eyes spelled danger loud and clear.

The director blinked, snapped back to reality, and laughed awkwardly. “Oh! She’s your friend? Then she’s definitely not an outsider.”

After all, Isla had way more star power than Zoey. The director didn’t even dare look Zoey’s way

now.

That humiliation stung, and Zoey sat in a corner, furious. No way was she taking this L without hitting back.

Her fingers curled tighter as an idea solidified in her mind. She beckoned over a C–list male actor looking for any chance to climb up. Perfect.

Meanwhile, Amelia and Isla had found a quiet corner to sip cocktails and chat.

“Your friend?” a male actor asked, stopping by with a flattering grin.

Isla glanced up and recognized him from the crew. She nodded. “What about her?”

“She’s not in the biz?” he asked, still smiling, angling for an in.

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Amelia shook her head.

“That’s a shame. She’s stunning,” he said as he made himself comfy beside them and poured drinks like he owned the place. “This one’s on me, ladies. Cheers to the prettiest girls here!”

Amelia and Isla exchanged an eye–roll. That was fast.

A crowd started gathering. Party vibes, drinking games incoming.

Everyone cheered them on, so Amelia gave in. They were just drinking beer–lightweight stuff. She

could handle it.

The game began. One bottle after another, back and forth. Not even half an hour later, the guy was

out cold.

Amelia? Sure, her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes were crystal clear.

“You okay?” Isla asked, watching her closely.

Amelia puffed her chest a little. “Totally fine. This was nothing.”

Her clear speech eased Isla’s worries a bit. Still, she had someone go get sobering tea–just in

case.

Across the room, Zoey watched everything–and she was livid. That i***t couldn’t even outdrink a

girl!

Fine. Time for plan B.

The server heading to fetch the tea had no clue someone had started following him…

“That guy’s usually low–key on set,” Isla muttered, frowning. “What got into him tonight?”

If something seems off–it usually is. Amelia Johnson thought back for a second–pretty sure that actor had just chatted with Zoey Mitchell before coming over to her.

Given Zoey had never managed to beat her at anything, Amelia could pretty much guess who was behind this little booze trap. Typical move–get someone drunk and see what happens.

“Hey, where’s Zoey?” she asked casually.

An actress nearby, clearly trying to get on Isla Shaw’s good side, quickly chimed in, “Oh! I saw her head toward the kitchen with one of the staff just now.”

Amelia’s eyes narrowed slightly. Still not giving up, huh?

Alright then–she wouldn’t be playing nice either.

“Isla, come over here for a sec. I’ve got something fun in mind.”

At that, Isla instantly perked up. Every time Amelia said that back when they were kids, it meant

Meanwhile, Zoey seized the chance–when the waiter turned away, she slipped something into the hangover soup meant for Amelia.

Then she arranged for someone to move Amelia to the assistant director’s room once she passed out. The guy was a notorious creep–any girl sent his way was basically doomed if he got the

Panic set in–she tried to walk away, but her legs gave out, and she collapsed right into a guy’s arms. He looked around, saw no one watching, quickly scooped her up and carried her off.

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