A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William)

Chapter 3202

Making A Fuss

Megan had now gained control over both of the men whom Mia had been targeting. All Megan needed

them to do was to not help Mia in any way, and that would be enough for her.

“Come here!” Osmond growled out. Chills ran down the spine of anyone who was unlucky enough to

overhear him.

After all, he was Luna’s best manager. His every word and every action commanded respect and

authority.

“I…” Megan could see the way Mia’s hands were trembling from fear even from where she stood.

“I said, come here. Don’t you think you’ve embarrassed Starling Media enough today?” Osmond

reiterated. Resigning herself to her fate, Mia slowly inched towards him.

Just as everyone was wondering how Osmond could possibly rescue her from this awkward situation, a

loud sound rang out throughout the set.

Slap!

A collective gasp could be heard from every corner of the room.

“You…” Mia stared up at him with wide eyes, her mouth gaping open and shut like a fish.

“That’s your punishment for making a fuss. I won’t say anything more, but if you don’t do your job

properly, we’ll renew the contract with Megan and drop you from the company.”

Osmond was very well aware of Mia’s weakness. She would never allow Megan to surpass her and

was willing to put up with a slap to prove as much.

Megan raised an eyebrow when listening in on the conversation, unable to help but feel awed by

Osmond’s intelligence. This way, he was able to let the director retain some dignity. Besides, Mia was

under his care, and he wasn’t going to be too harsh on her in the first place.

He had also somehow managed to keep Starling Media’s reputation and pride intact. Otherwise, if the

director really caused Mia to be blacklisted from the entire industry, she would be the black sheep of

the company and stain its name.

His very last sentence also served as a warning to Mia to make her behave. After all, she was indeed

Mia’s weakness.

“I think Mia has calmed down by now, Mr. Floyd. I humbly request that you have a discussion with

Starling Media after accepting our formal apology and let us treat you to a meal.”

Osmond’s perfectly polite conduct and choice of wording usually made people like him instantly. He

carried himself with poise and the aura he gave off demanded respect. The director was also aware of

how embarrassing it must have been for an actress to be slapped in public like that, and most of his

anger had already dissipated.

Sighing in exasperation, he waved someone over to pick up the film camera. “We’ll talk about this later.

Right now, we need to continue filming.”

Everyone in the background exchanged glances; some were amused while some pitied Mia.

Everything went back to normal and the crew found a new filming camera to set up. Just as all the

preparations were done and they were ready to resume shooting, a deep voice suddenly interrupted

them.

“Wait.”

The voice sounded familiar to Megan, who glanced up and proceeded to stumble backward in shock.

When did Jake get here?

Perhaps it was due to his overwhelming, powerful aura, but everyone instantly whipped around to look

at him. Even Mia, who had been wallowing in self-pity, quickly scrambled to her feet and smiled brightly

at him.

Jake strode over to the director. “Are you just going to leave things at that, Mr. Floyd?”

His large, broad frame towered over the director, making the latter seem small and frail in comparison.

“Mr. Wilson…” Stephen gulped, unable to decipher what might possibly be on Jake’s mind. With much

difficulty, he forced out a reply. “You must have witnessed everything and clearly saw that it wasn’t that

big a deal…”

“It wasn’t a big deal, sure. Starling Media might have dealt their punishment, but our production crew

has yet to do so, right?”

His tone was as calm as if he was talking about the weather, but Megan felt her heart drop to the

bottom of her stomach. What is he doing?Property © NôvelDrama.Org.