The Scorned Heiress: No More Mercy novel Chapter 48

Chapter 48

Tara raises an eyebrow. “Are you always this eager to help, Mr. Calhoun?”

‘Depends on the person,” Danny murmurs, his deep voice carrying a magnetic pull.

Tara’s heart skips a beat. She turns her head away, trying to hide the faint blush dusting her ears. “I appreciate the offer, but he’s not worth your

:ime.”

She can smell his faint, masculine cedar scent. Instinctively taking a step back, she suddenly feels Danny’s arm wrap firmly around her waist. Careful.”

She realizes she was mere inches from stumbling off the curb. The position is dangerously intimate. Flustered, Tara quickly pushes him away. “Thanks… I’ve got it.”

Danny looks slightly ruffled himself. “Right. Come on, I’ll take you home.”

They quickly leave the club.

The next evening, Tara dresses down and heads out to meet Director Wyatt. Jake had already texted her the address, claiming the dinner would include investors, the director, and several lead actors. Riding the nassive wave of popularity from the reality show, Director Wyatt supposedly hand-picked her for the project. Not only is she gorgeous, but she is also a walking PR machine right now.

When Tara arrives at the designated hotel, her brow furrows. The place is ncredibly shady. Once inside, the hallways are dimly lit, oozing a cheap, sleazy vibe. Alarm bells ring in her head, but she continues to the private dining room anyway. She already knows exactly what Jake is trying to bull. Jake is clearly perfectly fine throwing his own blood sister to the wolves. Since they want to play dirty, they shouldn’t expect any mercy.

Tara pushes the door open, immediately wrinkling her nose at the heavy

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stench of cheap booze and stale smoke. The room is completely empty except for Director Wyatt. There isn’t another actor in sight.

“Tara! Good evening!” Director Wyatt stands up, his face splitting into a greasy smile as his eyes rake over her body like a predator.

“Hello, Director Wyatt,” Tara says politely.

Wyatt is pushing sixty, with a few wisps of thinning hair plastered over his scalp, a bloated face, and muddy, calculating eyes that make her skin crawl. He radiates pure sleaze. His reputation in the industry is notoriously filthy, but because he has directed a few blockbuster hits, his ego is entirely unchecked.

Wyatt reaches out, trying to grab her arm. “Come, come, sit down.”

Tara smoothly dodges his touch, glancing around the empty room. “Weren’t the other leads supposed to be here?”

Wyatt chuckles, showing off a row of yellowed teeth. “Something came up, so it’s just the two of us tonight.” He pours a glass of liquor and slides it toward her. “I watched your performance on that reality show. Stunning. Truly. I think you have immense potential. I hear this is your first time doing a movie? I have a supporting lead role that is practically written for you…”

The liquid in the glass catches the light, glowing an eerie amber. Tara catches the subtle movement of Wyatt’s pinky finger brushing the rim of the glass.

Hah. A classic trap. The old creep is showing his true colors. Since he practically gift-wrapped himself for her, she is more than happy to deliver some much-needed karma.

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