When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 132

“Are you negotiating with me?” Henrietta’s voice was like ice. “Do you think you’re in a position to do that? I have money. I can replace you whenever I want.”

Artina bowed her head lower, the sound of it hitting the floor echoing softly in the room. Her cries were desperate. “Ms. Sargent, I was wrong! I was truly wrong!”

Matteo chimed in with a cold snort. “This is what you get for wanting me. As if someone like you could ever have a chance. You deserve it!”

He then turned to Henrietta, his tone shamelessly devoted. “Henrietta, I have no objection to recasting her. It’s just… it would be a waste of money. I promise I’ll keep her in line…”

“Does it look like I’m asking for your opinion?” Henrietta cut him off sharply.

Matteo fell silent, but inside, he was gloating. To him, this was undeniable proof of Henrietta’s raging jealousy. Artina, it seemed, was more useful than he’d thought.

Artina was now genuinely panicked. She had intended to subtly flaunt her relationship with Matteo to wound Henrietta, but the tables had turned so completely she was left powerless. And it was all because Henrietta was a Sargent, born into a world of untouchable privilege. The thought made Artina burn with an even greater desire to claw her way into the true upper echelon of society.

For now, all she could do was beg. Pride was a luxury she couldn’t afford. She looked up at Henrietta, her vision blurred by tears.

Henrietta’s gaze was cold and unyielding, her expressionless face seeming to wait for a more satisfying plea.

Artina gritted her teeth and let out a torrent of sobs. “It’s all my fault,” she choked out. “Ms. Sargent, I swear it will never happen again. I was delusional to think I could have a star like Matteo, so I made up that lie about you. You didn't do anything wrong; it was all me. Please, I’m begging you, forgive me.”

As she spoke, she repeatedly bowed her head to the floor, her forehead turning red from the impact.

She wouldn’t dare fake this part. But what was this compared to the true darkness of the entertainment industry? Kneeling and begging were child’s play. Artina knew this. Henrietta’s company was an anomaly, relatively clean.

She continued her prostrations until she felt dizzy, but Henrietta remained silent. Feeling light-headed, Artina looked up. “Ms. Sargent, please.”

Henrietta’s lips curved into a cold smile. “Is that all?”

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