Nemesis Game

Chapter 27 Blackmail Me?

Arrogant!

Crazy!

Her words dumbfounded the journalists and Peyton’s fans who didn't expect her to be so thick-faced.

Samantha felt quite refreshed after tearing into Peyton’s fans.

The director rushed to the crowd with great effort. "My friends, Helena just came to the crew. I’ll take

her to get familiar with the field."

Samantha was pulled to the dressing room by the director. Clara rushed over at the sight.

“Helena, what's wrong? Get hurt? I'll go to Mr Baker.” Clara was in a hurry.

Samantha stopped her with a cold expression on her face, "Wait."

"Just go and buy me some medicine. I’m fine."

Hearing her words, the director was relieved, for fear that Clara would go to find Gabriel.

The play was invested by Universal Entertainment. If something happened to Mr Baker’s sweetheart,

how could he make his way as a director?

Although he also hated the hidden rules of the entertainment industry, and he was not fond of

Samantha, he couldn’t deny the fact that she really fit the appearance of the heroine.

He still had to believe in Mr Baker's taste.

The director opened his mouth, trying to say something.

"I'm fine, director. Go ahead and get your business. I'll read the script."

Samantha pulled out a tissue to hold the wound on her forehead with a cold look.

While staying in the dressing room for a while, she opened Weibo, only to find that she was now the

hottest topic.

The headline became "New star Helena is besieged by Peyton's fans!"

"Helena, get out of the entertainment industry"

"Helena was smashed on the forehead by Peyton's fans"

She flipped around the news, most of which were about her.

She didn't expect that she would become an famous internet celebrity one day.

No, she was notorious.

Suddenly a person flashed in front of her and took her cell phone.

"It turns out that you are the internet celebrity who was hit just now. You deserve it."

The woman wore a republican style cheongsam, and makeup made her look beautiful, but she got a

sharp tongue.

"Give me back my cell phone." Samantha heaved a sigh and looked cold.

"Hum, you took Peyton's role. Why are you still so arrogant? Is it a shame to be thrown a mineral water

bottle by fans? You deserve it, bitch! You got the part by sleeping with men.”

Samantha took a long breath and stood up to approach the arrogant girl.

"Sleeping with men?" She sneered. "Are you jealous? Ah, I'm sure you’re jealous. If there’s a man you

can count on, you won’t end up playing a walk-on at this age. "

"At this age?" The woman choked.

She was not old, about 30 at most, but Samantha did it on purpose.

"I'm Helena, the heroine of the play. No matter how I get it, it's my ability. I am an unknown internet

celebrity, and you are a walk on forever. Who is more noble? What rights do you have to judge me? "

"I I... " the woman was speechless, seeing that how aggressive she was.

Samantha, a girl who was good at tearing into others, attacked Peyton's fans directly. Was there

anything that she could not do?

"Miss Powell, please don't do that. Emilia doesn't mean to offend you." Peyton, who looked gentle and

amiable, came in, surrounded by her assistant. "Besides, this is the crew. Don't treat her like this for the

sake of me."

Peyton stood carefully among them, standing up for Emilia.

Soon, there were more people around because of the arrival of Peyton.

Samantha looked at her, expressionless, and she sneered, "Who are you? Why should I let her go for

the sake of you? "

"Miss Powell, we all belong to the same crew. It's not good to hear that you are putting on air." Peyton

pretended to be soft, but her words are sharp.

Putting on air.? Was she going to give others another reason to smear her?

Peyton had no idea that what Samantha hated most was Peyton's hypocritical face.

She pretended to be gentle and pure, but in fact she was bad inside.

"Peyton, it’s not fair for you to get the Best Actress from Golden Orchid Awards. I think you deserved to

get White Lotus Award," she sneered.

Peyton instantly understood her subtext and looked at her dimly with tears. "Miss Powell, it’s true that I

don’t get the role because I'm incompetent, but I just want to persuade you. You don't have to do this to

me."

Peyton was worthy of being the queen of the film. The tears came unexpectedly.

As soon as the surrounding people saw that the movie queen shed tears, they joined Peyton's camp

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"You fail to get the role as the heroine. Of course, you are incompetent," Samantha said with an

indifference smile.

Hearing her words, Peyton cried even more, but she tried to control her emotion.

People around her were so distressed. "Don't you just rely on your strong background to bully Peyton

like this!"

"Peyton doesn't mean she can't fight with you, but she disdains to fight with you. She is the future wife

of Mr Ruben. Who the are you?”

Mr Ruben...

Samantha pursed her red lips tightly with coldness in her eyes.

"The future wife of Mr Ruben?" She raised her finger to blame Peyton, who was crying. "As far as I

know, Ruben’s wife passed away three months ago, and she was Miss Moore's sister. Well, does Miss

Moore want to marry her brother-in-law? "

Like throwing a stone into a pool, making thousands of waves, Peyton's face turned white instantly, and

people around her were shocked.

"What? How is that possible? She’s not Mr Knight’s fiancee, but his sister?"

"I haven't heard that the Moore family has another daughter."

"Peyton, is what she said true?"

Someone began to ask Peyton, whose eyes were full of tears, and she had no other way but to change

the topic.

"Miss Powell, I know it's me that makes you unhappy --"

Samantha, who was drinking water leisurely, replied, "Why are you changing the topic? Tell them if you

are the eldest daughter of the Moore family. "

These words attracted the curiosity of the onlookers, but Peyton was unwilling to admit it.

If she did, how could she marry Ruben? All these people were certain to attack her!

But now Helena insisted on asking her to respond!

She didn't have time to think about why Helena knew such a secret affair, and the top priority was to

get out of the dilemma.

"You don't dare to say, do you? OK, let me help you.” Samantha smiled.

Peyton couldn't put on any more. She said coldly, "That’s enough!"

"Why don't you admit it? What kind of Miss Moore you are? You are right. The Moore family does have

only one daughter. The dead Mrs Knight is the Moore family's daughter, and the movie queen in front of

you is just an adopted daughter. "

The more nervous Peyton was, the more eager Samantha was to tell them the truth.

Peyton used to say that Ruben was her fiance. Wether or not what she said now was true or false,

once it came out in the future, it would cause devastating damage to her.

Today, it was just a beginning.

"Ah, Peyton is an adopted daughter.”

"But why the rumor says she is engaged to Mr Knight?”

"The dead Mrs Knight..."

Samantha listened to what they said, disdained to take a look at Peyton, and walked away.

Peyton was going to have trouble sleeping well today.

This is her return to Peyton!

Given that Samantha was injured, the director let her to take a day off. After putting on the makeup,

she and Clara went to the parking lot, only to bump into the man outside the set.

Samantha stopped abruptly.

"Helena, it's Ruben!" Clara came up to her.

"I see it." Her voice was a little hoarse.

She looked over, seeing the figure of the man leaning on the front of the car, the sun shining on him,

his handsome face hidden in the dark.

At the moment, he was smoking quietly.

With a still expression, Samantha tried to pretend that she didn’t see him. She passed him without

expression, as if she never knew him.

Was Ruben here waiting for Peyton? Oh, they were so in love.

The more loving they were, the more humble and pitiful she was in those ten years.

Ruben was as cruel as ever to her, and he would rather be moved by a dog.

But he said, she was no better than a dog.

She had no dignity in his eyes.

Samantha thought she was invulnerable, but every time she saw him, her heart would stop beating

suddenly.

He was in the most important ten years of her life.

She met him at the age of 15, went to prison at the age of 18, and got out of prison at the age of 25.

But she had been wandering all her life.

"Stop," the man said coldly as if he seemed to hear the voice.

Samantha turned her head and said, "Mr Knight, what a coincidence."

"Well." Ruben's eyes were obscure and sharp as a knife. "I'm here for you," he said.

Samantha slowly narrowed her eyes, and there was a sneer in her pupils.

"Mr Knight, you'd better keep a distance from me. I can’t stand being scolded by your fiancee's fans

again. I’d better stay away from you."

Ruben turned a deaf ear and approached her step by step.

With his every approach, Samantha's heart went up to her throat.

"Are you still afraid of being scolded?" he sneered.

The implication was that there was no need for her to be afraid of being smeared again. It was like she

was born to be defiled and insulted by others.

Her throat choked, but her eyes were as calm as water. "Mr Knight came to me to satirize me?" she

asked.

"What do you think?" Ruben looked at her quietly, cold and dignified.

Samantha really couldn't figure him out. He had nothing to do with her. How come he came to her

suddenly?

Unless...There was only one reason.

Something dawned on her and she tilted her head and laughed, "Let me guess why Mr Knight came to

me. Are you going to ask me to get out of the entertainment industry?.”

"I'm sorry. I won't."

Fiancee...

She spoke these three syllabuses very clearly.