The Kiss that Sparked it All

Chapter 124

Ellinor crinkled her brows when she heard that man’s name, ‘Do I really have to go with you? Can I not?”

Seeing her reluctance, Sheila shot back sharply. “Ellinor, know your place! You’re my assistant, you do as I say! You’re pocketing the ten thousand dollars I’m paying you, so you’ve got no right to pick and choose!”

Ellinor rubbed her temples, “Alright then.”

Just thinking about seeing Theo again gave her a headache, but Sheila clearly had no intention of letting her off the hook easily.

She was dressed pretty low–key today. Theo might not even notice her.

“Sheila.”

The middle–aged man from earlier slowly strolled over to call Sheila.

This was Sheila’s godfather.

“Sheila, Mr. Blanchet, and his group are upstairs. I’ll take you to meet them” he said.

Sheila sprang up from her chair with a delighted smile, “I’m ready, thanks, Godfather!”

Pollock smiled at her and then his gaze fell on Ellinor. His smile faded, “Sheila, who’s this? Why is she dressed like that?* NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Sheila shot Ellinor a disdainful glance, then explained obediently, “Godfather, she’s my assistant!”

Pollock, ever the gentleman, looked at Ellinor with clear disapproval, “Why would you hire an assistant like this? It doesn’t reflect well on you. I’ll find you a better assistant when I get the chancel”

Sheila shook her head, “Godfather, she grew up in the countryside. She had a hard time finding a job, so I felt sorry for her and gave her a chance

Pollock looked touched and praised, “Sheila, you’re such a kind–hearted girl.”

Sheila smiled and looped her arm through Pollock’s, “Godfather, enough about my assistant. Let’s go meet Mr. Blanchel!*

“Alright, let’s go.”

Watching Sheila’s affected performance, a hint of irony flashed in Ellinor’s eyes as she followed them.

Downstairs was bustling with excitement, but the room upstairs was quiet and elegant.

Four distinguished men sat around a tea table, leisurely chatting, while a professional tea master brewed tea.

Pollock walked in with Sheila, offered a slight bow, and greeted them warmly. “Mr. Blanchet, Mr. Wyton, Mr. Larios, Mr. Rex, all of you are here! I didn’t expect to have the pleasure of meeting all four young heirs of the four great families today!”

Jonah Wyton took a sip of tea and looked up at them, laughing, “Oh, it’s Pollock! Do you have any new work premiering soon?”

Pollock humbly waved his hand, “No, no! I’m preparing to shoot a new film, but I haven’t found any investors yet! So I came to see if you four might be interested in investing?”

In the film industry, Pollock was widely regarded as a seasoned artist. But in front of real capitalists, he needed to stay humble in order to secure investments for his films. Jonah politely replied, ‘Pollock, you’re too modest. Each of your films grosses over a billion at the box office. How could you not find investors? I think you’re intentionally leaving the opportunity for us to invest and make money!”

Of course, there were people lining up to invest, but they always wanted to meddle with his creative process and casting choices. It was too much of a hassle.

On the other hand, these business elites were generous and viewed it as a game. They basically wouldn’t interfere with his filming content and wouldn’t care even if they

made a loss.

Pollock immediately shook his head modestly, “That’s too much! What I earn from my films is just a drop in the bucket for you guys!”

Jonah noticed the woman by Pollock’s side and squinted at her, “Is this your latest actress?”

Pollock pushed Sheila forward and introduced her, “This is Sheila, a somewhat famous actress in the circle. She’ll be the lead in my next film.” Jonah smiled and praised, “Ah, Pollock’s taste is always spot– on. Every lead actress he picks is a beauty with charisma!”