Chapter 207 The Careful Dance
Chapter 207 The Careful Dance
“Freya, what are you looking for?”
Jasper’s eyes flickered as he watched Freya’s scanning gaze.
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I hadn’t planned anything improper–just seizing this quiet morning opportunity to gather information while building rapport. Her defensive reaction surprised me. Why would an assistant screenwriter be so guarded?
“Nothing, just noticing how few people are here for breakfast.”
“Ah. that’s normal,” Jasper explained smoothly. “This is the area’s best hotel–very private, Only key crew members stay here. Most in our industry keep late hours anyway. You won’t see crowds unless there’s morning filming.”
Freya already knew this. She was just making excuses. “Right. Maybe I’ll rest a bit more then.”
“If you’re interested, I could show you around the studio lot. Mornings aren’t too crowded.”
No thanks, Freya declined immediately, “You’re a star. Going out with you would mean crowds and police escorts. Hard pass
“It’s not that dramatic.” Jasper flashed a boyish grin. “We have plenty of disguise tricks. Unless we want recognition, people rarely spot us.”
Charming as he appeared–like the boy next door–Freya had zero interest in celebrity entanglements. Staying anonymous mattered more. “Really, I’m fine. I stayed up late working and could use more rest.”
“Lucky you, keeping regular hours. We often pull all–nighters–sometimes for days straight. His gaze lingered on her complexion. Your skin’s flawless though. You must have great habits.”
“Depends. Late nights when inspiration strikes, early beds when it doesn’t”
Freya didn’t fully grasp Jasper’s probing intent, but her default caution kept personal details locked down. Their conversation meandered politely until breakfast ended and she excused herself.
Watching her leave, Jasper felt oddly thwarted.
This Ms. Stone’s fortress. After all that talking. I’d learned nothing useful. That in itself spoke volumes.
How did someone her age, new to the industry, understand its workings so well Either informed friends or family connections–both suggested a background poorth respecting
Back in his room, Jasper called his agent. “Any updates on Ms. Stone?”
“Nothing. That’s what’s strange”
The manager for Jasper, Sophia’s voice, carried a warning. “If we can’t trace her, that tells its own story. Keep interactions surface–level. Don’t risk your career over hormones.”
The seasoned agent continued bluntly, “And remember your position. Mr. Hudson’s been moody lately. Don’t provoke him He tolerates your antics because he’s fond of you, but that patience isn’t infinite. Plenty of pretty boys would gladly replace
you
At Hudson’s name, Jasper’s lips curled bitterly–though his tone stayed sweet. “I wouldn’t dare approach him angry. But I’ll reach out when appropriate. Don’t worry, Sophia. I know better than to gamble my future.”
Asigh traveled through the phone. “I know this galls you. But everyone endures indignities. At least yours come with rewards. Many suffer for nothing. Don’t squander opportunities.”
I understand” Jasper’s voice hardened slightly. “But I started with nothing. If I sacrifice all dignity, what’s left? You know that better than anyone.”
