The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 993

Before Kyra came here, she could sit on equal terms with Sasha.

Ever since the latter joined Star Entertainment Media, Kyra was repeatedly outshone.

She had been harboring a great deal of anger in her chest for a long time, and now, under Sasha's gaze, it suddenly erupted. “What are you looking at? Do you really need to take pleasure in my misfortune? Sasha, let me tell you, don't think that just because I've left the entertainment industry, you can strut around. I was just bored and joined the industry because I was bored. Even if I leave here, my family's wealth is still something you couldn't catch up with even if you worked hard for eight lifetimes. You're at most an actress, so quit bragging!”

After hearing those words, Sasha didn't get angry. On the contrary, she was amused and burst into laughter. “Ms. Marks, I think you've misunderstood. I'm not the one showing off here. On the contrary, it's you who's acting arrogant. If you ask me, as peers, we should be kind to one another. Just because you've left this circle, you can't start looking down on other actors and actresses, can you? Don't forget, you were one of us, too.”

She smiled radiantly, rebutting each of Kyra's words. “Besides, I earn my money through my own hard work. That's my ability, and it's much better than those who lack business skills and spend their days daydreaming about becoming the wife of a wealthy man, don't you agree?”

Kyra was livid, her face ashen. She glared at Sasha unblinkingly. “Who are you saying is daydreaming?”

Sasha blinked her eyes, expertly poking Kyra's sore spot. “Who am I talking about? It's clear as day that Mr. Beauvort and Ms. Garcia are a match made in heaven. Yet, some people just can't help but meddle, dreaming of stepping into others' relationships. What do you call this? This is called dancing with the devil. I've never seen a socialite as shameless as you. It's quite an eye-opener.”

“Sasha, you—”

“Oh, that's right.” As if suddenly recalling something, Sasha covered her mouth halfway, her face filled with embarrassment. “I almost forgot, the Marks family has been cut off from all cooperation with the Beauvort family, and their stock price has been continuously falling. They're no longer the wealthy and influential family they once were. What a pity! You can no longer market yourself as the socialite you used to be.”

Kyra was utterly at a loss for words against her, so much so that she was trembling with anger.

Sasha looked at Kyra with satisfaction, the latter's face twisted in anger. Not wanting to waste any more time with her, Kyra leisurely entered Larry's office.

On Jean's end, he quickly received a report from Ian. “Mr. Beauvort, Kyra has already gone to cancel the contract,” Larry said. “Larry said she already signed it.”

Jean coldly said, “Understood. In the future entertainment industry, I never want to see such people again.”

The underlying message was his intention to completely blacklist Kyra.

Ian immediately expressed his understanding, “I will notify Larry to get it done quickly.”

Neera didn't go to the office that day. Instead, she spent a leisurely day in the yard, basking in the sun with the triplets.

In no time, she saw the news about Kyra's contract termination, which caused quite a stir on the internet.

Isabella had arrived, specifically bringing a medical case with her to seek Neera's advice.

Seeing the news and comments online at that moment, she felt truly exhilarated.

“That two-faced Kyra has finally received her just desserts. She had it coming!” After speaking, she turned her gaze back to Neera, her face full of admiration. “Mr. Beauvort really treats you well. He's going all out for your sake, using such ruthless methods. It's clear he's venting for you. Seeing how well you two get along, I can rest easy now.”

Neera chuckled. She knew Jean was doing that for her, and that acknowledgment warmed her heart.

She didn't have an ounce of sympathy for Kyra's current predicament. That woman has ill intentions, resorting to such despicable and underhanded tactics. It's surprising, considering how highly I used to regard her. Now that I've learned her true colors, she's nothing special, after all.

She didn't feel like discussing Kyra any further, so she laughed lightly and said, “Let's not talk about her anymore. Let's talk about your case. I've already gone through all the medical records and data...”

Soon, the two of them were engaged in a discussion while sitting inside the pavilion.

Halfway through, Isabella received an urgent call.

Upon learning that a patient at the hospital had suddenly been rushed into the emergency room and was currently in critical condition, she found herself unable to sit still.

“Neera, let's discuss this case another day. I need to get back to the hospital now!”

From the recent phone call, Neera had also heard the gist and was worried. “I'll go with you,” she said.

Isabella instinctively refused, “You've had so many troubles abroad, and it wasn't easy for you to return home. You should rest and relax a bit. Don't bother yourself anymore.”

However, Neera insisted on tagging along. “I heard things aren't looking good. If there's something you can't handle, I can help out. Let's go. There's no need to stand on ceremony with me.”

Feeling helpless, Isabella had no choice but to take her to the hospital.