Chapter 216 The Boss’s Wife
Chapter 216 The Boss’s Wife
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Freya didn’t bother hiding her stance. Whatever Clara’s reason for reaching out, she wasn’t interested in playing games. All she wanted was to do her job quietly as a screenwriter–and stay out of everything else.
“With certain people, there’s no need to be polite,” Clara said, her voice pointed. “It’s not like it’s going to last anyway. Might as well set the record straight from the start–it saves you the hassle later.”
Freya understood that perfectly, “Yeah, but sometimes even when you do speak up, the other person pretends not to hear it. And if you push it, suddenly you’re the one coming off as full of yourself.”
“That’s true,” Clara said, nodding. “But this industry’s full of people like that. No need to be overly nice. Worst case, just play your trump card. That tends to shut people up fast
Tramp card? Freya sighed internally. What trump card! I don’t have one.
Clara misread her silence, thinking Freya was just being private. It was unusual–most people in this business couldn’t wait to flaunt their connections. But still, there were a few who liked to keep things low–key. If Freya didn’t want to talk about it, Clara wasn’t going to pry.
What Freya didn’t realize was that her trump card was about to hit the table–whether she liked it or not.
Barely ten minutes later, before she could even finish her lunch, she heard a familiar voice call her name. “Freya, already eating without me?”
She turned her head, stunned.
Kendrick was walking toward her with a lunchbox in one hand and a drink in the other. He looked sharp as ever, dressed to impress, that usual cocky smirk tugging at his lips. When he caught her eye, he lifted the drink and gave her a little wave. “Freya! Louis told me to bring you lunch!*
Freya blinked. Louts sent Kendrick to bring me lunch?
“You’re serious? He sent you? I’ve already got food,” Freya said, confused.
Kendrick reached her and shrugged. “Louis wanted to be sweet. What do you want me to do? I’m just the delivery guy. Here -milk tea and braised beef over rice. Ditch that box lunch. He handed her the drink, then casually took the crew meal out of her hands and swapped it for the one he brought. “Louis also made me order milk tea for your entire crew. I’ve been up since the crack of dawn, placing orders, hauling stuff over here–I’m dead Just do me a favor and tell him the set can handle your cravings, alright? I mean, yeah, I’m not exactly trying to hang around Asher’s place lately, but I’m not looking to run delivery every day either. Once is enough.”
-Wair–you bought milk tea for everyone on set?” Freya blinked, still trying to process.
“Not me—Louis. Your husband.” Kendrick gave her a look like, how do you not get this? “He dragged me out of bed first thing this morning because he wanted to spoil his wife, and I’m the one stuck doing all the work” Kendrick gave Clara a quick nod.
He gave Clara a polite nod as he finished speaking.
Clara hadn’t expected much–she’d just come over to be friendly. But somehow, she ran right into the real deal.. and found out exactly who Freya was. So Freya wasn’t dating Kendrick–she was with Louis?
Wait–Louis? As in the Louis? The gay everyone was obsessed with a while back? Mr. Perfect, all over the headlines? Didn’t his company crash a few months ago! Oh my god–RealitySplit. The holographic game!
Clara’s eyes widened. She suddenly put all the pieces together. She’d seen something about it on her phone just last night. The CEO of that new holographic gaming company was none other than Louis himself.
This meant Freya wasn’t just some low–profile screenwriter.. Freya was the CEO’s wife.
*Ms. Clara, mind giving me a little space?” Kendrick asked, barely hiding his annoyance. Seriously, does this woman not know how to read a room?
“Oh! Right, sorry about that.” Clara quickly scooted over to make room
“There’s milk tea over there if you want one,” Kendrick said, keeping it civil. “Feel free to grab a cup.” Since Clara had treated
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Whether she wanted it or not, Clara put on a grateful face. “I was just about to ask my assistant to grab some this afternoon. Didn’t expect you to treat us, Mr. Kendrick. I’ll gladly take one. thank you! You two chat–I’m off to enjoy my drink.”
Freya watched her go, mildly amused. Actresses in this industry are pros at playing the part. Only someone like Clara could talk about downing a sugar–loaded milk tea and make it sound like a wellness choice.
Once Clara was out of earshot, Freya turned to Kendrick. “Seriously, why are you here!”
“I told you–your husband sent me,” Kendrick said, clearly exasperated. He rolled his eyes. “He’s worried someone might mess with you,
so he asked me to show my face and make sure everyone knows you’ve got backup.”
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