Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South]
Shedrick looked abashed. “Our company can arrange another movie for you—”
“If you’re not satisfied with this company, you can switch to another one.” Chester interrupted Shedrick
and glanced at Eliza sideways with a hint of playfulness. “You want it to be fair, but tell me. Which
company in the entertainment industry is perfectly fair? If you’re unhappy with it, feel free to get lost as
long as you can afford the compensation for breaching the contract.”
Eliza fixed her eyes on his indifferent and cruel face, but she was not put out by his nasty remark.
Instead, she nodded after looking into his calm eyes for a moment. “Okay, I’ll pay the fees. I won’t
interrupt both of you further.”
“Sure.” Chester smiled wanly. “But as you know, the Jewell family occupies half of the entertainment
industry. I can easily blacklist you.”
Eliza’s body stiffened, and she glared at him. This man in front of her made absolutely no pretense of
hiding the hostility in his eyes.
Just like that, the atmosphere became awkward.
The situation made Shedrick feel uneasy. “ Eliza, you can leave first. Just forget about what happened
today.”
“What a brilliant capitalist.”
Eliza snorted before she turned around to leave.
“Wait a minute.” Chester suddenly shouted to stop her. Then, he turned around and said to Shedrick, “
You can head out first.”
Shedrick was dumbfounded at how Chester was asking him to go out when this was his office.
However, upon looking at Chester’s threatening gaze, he had no choice but to leave with a bitter smile.
Deep down, he wondered. Chester had never been the petty sort, but he seemed to be targeting Eliza on
purpose this time. Could he be interested in Eliza and so want to force her to be his secret lover?
At this thought, Shedrick closed the door cautiously when he left.
As soon as Eliza heard the door closed, her eyes darkened, but she did not say anything.
“Do you know why I wanted you to stay?” Chester stared at her. His handsome face was turning colder
little by little. “Were you the one who dug up Boris and his wife’s ashes?”
Eliza’s eyes narrowed, and she pursed her pretty thin lips. Nevertheless, she continued to stay silent.
“You’re smart.” Chester laughed. “At least you’re smarter and calmer than any ordinary woman.”
He had noticed many times that when faced with tough questions, she remained silent without getting
agitated. This showed that she was mentally strong.
“Yes, I did that.” This time, Eliza nodded.
“Why?” Chester’s expression was imperceptible. “Do you know Charity?”
“Yeah. ” Eliza nodded straight away. “That’s why I moved her parents’ ashes and buried them
elsewhere.”
Chester lit another cigarette. “Her parents’ ashes were well kept there. Who told you to move them? Was
it Charity?”
Eliza glimpsed at him in astonishment. “She’s as dead as a doornail. How could she have possibly asked
me to dig up the ashes?”
“As dead as a doornail?” Chester turned around with two cigarettes in his hand before he let out a deep
laugh.
“Isn’t she? She jumped into the turbulent sea. It would be hard even for a swimmer to stay alive. ” Eliza
suddenly said coldly, “Her dead body might’ve sunk to the seabed and got eaten up by the fishes.”
“…Shut up.”
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