Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 157: I’ve Never Been a Dog—How About You Bark for Me?

Chapter 157: Chapter 157: I’ve Never Been a Dog—How About You Bark for Me?

When the director arranged for her to sit next to Kylie Dalton, Esther Carter couldn’t help but grumble internally.

What kind of situation is this? The ones who should come aren’t here, and the ones who shouldn’t come are here.

For the sake of the entire crew, she had to resist the urge to twist Kylie Dalton’s head off and forced a smile.

She’s never done something so frustrating in her life.

Elara Hale sat next to Esther Carter, slightly lowered her eyes, trying her best to minimize her presence.

But she also knew, Kylie Dalton wouldn’t spare her just because she stayed silent.

Sure enough, Kylie Dalton ignored Esther Carter and instead looked at her. As if she didn’t recognize her, she asked the director, "Is this a newcomer in your crew? Looks pretty good, but lacks any charm, won’t make it big."

The director quickly explained, "She’s Carter’s friend, not someone from the industry."

Kylie Dalton glanced down at Elara Hale with an inexplicable smile, "Not in the industry now, but maybe in the future. Young people nowadays all dream of marrying into wealth and fame, thinking they can squeeze into this circle just because they have some looks. It’s all too common now."

The director opened his mouth, vaguely sensing something.

No wonder Esther Carter insisted her friend should leave earlier; why does it feel like Ms. Dalton harbors a lot of malice towards Esther’s friend?

Esther Carter clenched her wine glass, holding back her anger.

Kylie Dalton glanced down at Elara Hale again, then turned to Esther Carter, "So you’re friends with her, knowing that, I wouldn’t have invested in this drama. Such bad luck."

The director now confirmed that there was definitely some major grudge between these three!

Cold sweat broke out on his back, he quickly stood up to toast, "Ms. Dalton, thank you for your generous support. I toast you, and hope to cooperate more in the future."

But Kylie Dalton didn’t touch her wine glass, instead pointing at Esther Carter, "Let her toast me."

The director hesitated for a moment, then gently pushed Esther Carter, whispering, "Carter, hurry up."

Esther Carter forced a smile, biting her teeth, "Ms. Dalton, I toast you."

Kylie Dalton said, "Won’t you pour me some wine?"

Esther Carter picked up the wine bottle and poured her some.

After pouring, Kylie Dalton frowned and said, "There’s a black spot on the wine glass; you’re pouring wine for me with a dirty glass, what is your intention?"

Esther Carter was fuming; the wine glass was spotless, there was no black spot!

Kylie Dalton was deliberately causing trouble!

The director gripped Esther Carter’s arm tightly, fearing she might impulsively smash the wine bottle over Kylie Dalton’s head—he was very aware of Esther Carter’s temper.

This ancestor has backing from the capital, can’t be offended. Ms. Dalton also has backing from the capital, likewise can’t be offended.

The director regretted it greatly now, he should’ve let them leave earlier, why did he keep them both here, it was incredibly foolish!

Kylie Dalton sat confidently, face unsatisfied, while Esther Carter’s was full of rage, nearly unable to hold back...

Some people who noticed the wrong atmosphere discreetly took out their phones and started recording.

Elara Hale felt a gripping fear, quickly pulling Esther Carter back, addressing Kylie Dalton, "I’ll get you a clean wine glass."

Kylie Dalton sneered disdainfully at Esther Carter, "See that? That’s how you should act like a dog, you can’t even act like a dog properly and want to be famous? Learn from her, she acts like a dog and gets whatever she wants, you’re far from it."

Esther Carter couldn’t hold back any longer, grabbed the wine bottle on the table, and splashed it toward Kylie Dalton.

"You old witch, I’ve put up with you long enough! Have a bit of money and think you’re great? What are you proud of? It’s nothing more than your belly doing you a favor by giving birth to a son who can do business, and you look down on us. I’ve never been a dog, but your dog-like face barks even more; why don’t you bark twice for all to hear?"

Kylie Dalton was drenched with wine all over her face and clothes. She hurriedly wiped the wine off her face in a rage while the director quickly fetched tissues to help her. Kylie Dalton shook with wrath, pointing at Esther Carter, "Looks like you don’t want to be in this circle anymore! Dare to lay hands on me—director, replace the lead actress! The lead actress must be replaced!"

The director’s heart was racing; he quickly pulled Esther Carter, "Quickly apologize, if you apologize to her, this matter will end, hurry!"

After Esther Carter took the plunge, she became calm instead; after all, she had the backing of Grandma Fitzwilliam and the great Mr. Fitzwilliam, what was there to fear? She stood there, stubborn, "I snort at it; I’d apologize to a dog but not to her! Go to hell, you Dalton!"

Kylie Dalton yelled in anger, "I want to blacklist her!"

Everything happened too quickly; Elara Hale didn’t have time to stop it. Hearing Kylie Dalton’s words, she became nervous and quickly grabbed Esther Carter, her face showing unprecedented seriousness, "Shut up, get to the back!"

Though letting her mouth loose feels good, one shouldn’t leave no way out; she feared Esther Carter would destroy her future completely if this continued. The Jacobs Family indeed has that capability.

Kylie Dalton’s dislike for Esther Carter was aimed at her. She couldn’t let Esther take the bullet for nothing.

So she directly pulled Esther Carter behind her, looking at Kylie Dalton, "You’re aiming at me; whatever blame just direct it towards me, don’t involve her."

Kylie Dalton snorted coldly, sneering as she sat there, "She splashed wine in my face, I won’t let this go, Elara Hale, if you understand a thing, make her kneel and apologize to me, both of you drink an entire bottle of white wine each, then this matter will be over, otherwise, I’ll ensure the whole industry blacklists her."

Esther Carter exploded upon hearing this, hands on her hips ready to curse, "Go to hell, damn nonsense, for me to kneel and apologize to you? Why don’t you just die, there’s everything lying in the coffin..."

Before she finished speaking, Elara Hale covered her mouth.

Elara Hale wasn’t aware of her backing, only annoyed with her for not being able to keep her temper under control at this point. For going down the actor’s path, she’d eaten bitter days and endured many years, finally she was about to get a lead role, everything seemed to improve, but offending Kylie Dalton now and really getting blacklisted by the whole industry meant the end of her acting career.

Even if this matter fell on Elara Hale herself, she wouldn’t back down. But concerning a friend’s career, she couldn’t risk it.

"...Auntie, let me call you Auntie once more. My friend is young and impulsive, doesn’t know the severity, I apologize to you on her behalf, I’ll... I’ll kneel and apologize to you for her, I’ll drink the white wine, considering the two years I sincerely looked after you wholeheartedly, please spare her." Elara Hale pleaded as she looked at Kylie Dalton, speaking with difficulty.

Kylie Dalton looked at her with a mocking smile, "I didn’t realize you were quite loyal. Then you kneel and kowtow ten times, strip your clothes, shout three times ’I am a slut’, and then drink the white wine followed by kissing any man here, and I’ll let her go."

As she spoke, she signaled someone not far away, who immediately picked up a camera to start filming.

Esther Carter gritted her teeth, "Elara, slap her! We don’t beg her! I’m fine, don’t be foolish! Don’t agree to her!"

Kylie Dalton sat comfortably with her arms crossed, unhurriedly awaiting Elara Hale’s decision.

She had just heard that the lead actress of this drama was very close to Elara Hale, so she specially came over to scout it out. Surprisingly, Elara Hale was here too, which saved her some trouble.

Today’s scene recorded would ensure Mason could never return to reconcile with Elara Hale ever again.

Her goal was for Elara Hale to lose everything and be forever despised and rejected by Mason.

Elara Hale’s hands clenched tightly, caught in a dilemma.

She cannot just stand by and watch as Esther Carter gets blacklisted and her career is ruined because of her. But Kylie Dalton’s demands are too much—kneel and kowtow, strip off her clothes to humiliate herself, and even kiss some random person... none of it is within her acceptable range.

Kylie Dalton is not in a hurry at all; she is certain Elara Hale will agree.

Elara Hale feels she should agree; reputation and pride are nothing compared to Esther Carter’s importance to her.

She is not some naive girl unfamiliar with the world, so what does this matter to her.

It doesn’t even hurt or itch, not even close to torture.

Elara Hale tries hard to convince herself, but her slightly trembling shoulders and the watery gleam in her eyes betray her helplessness.

Esther Carter, being pulled by the director, shouted angrily with a choke in her voice, "Elara Hale, stop! Do you hear me! I don’t need you to sacrifice like this! Stop!"

Elara Hale turned back and smiled at her, trying to soothe her, "I’m alright, really alright."

Her knees slightly bent, just as she was about to kneel down, a knocking sound suddenly came from outside the box, and soon, a middle-aged man in a suit pushed the door open, politely saying, "Hello everyone, I am Evan Yates, the general manager of the club here. We just received notice of an inspection, so we need to temporarily close, causing inconvenience to everyone, please understand."

After speaking, he glanced at his subordinate behind him, who walked in carrying a tray, and Evan Yates said, "This is a small gesture from the club, please accept it. Additionally, all expenses incurred in the private box today will be waived, and enjoy a 15% discount for consumption within the next three months. We hope everyone cooperates."

The director was stunned for a moment, somewhat displeased, saying, "Are you trying to kick us out? Even with an inspection, you don’t need to chase all the customers away, right?"

The investors are all here; isn’t this putting him in a difficult spot?

Evan Yates still smiled politely, "We are really sorry, we have no other choice. How about this, I book a large suite in the neighboring hotel for you, would you kindly move there?"

Their posture was low and sincere, even if the director had a temper, he couldn’t flare up. Besides, he knows that places capable of clearing out patrons for an inspection likely have some shady business tied to the underworld, and he wouldn’t dare make a scene.

Since they’ve paved the way, he just went with it, "I’ll give Manager Yates face so you’re not put in a difficult spot, let’s move to the next door."

After he spoke, he was about to respectfully invite Kylie Dalton, only to see Evan Yates move straight to Kylie Dalton, making a gesture of invitation, respectfully saying, "Ms. Dalton, our boss wishes to meet you, please oblige him."

Kylie Dalton frowned, "Your boss? Who is it?"

"Our boss just came back from abroad," Evan Yates said with a cordial smile, "He has long admired your reputation and hopes to cooperate with Jacobs Corporation, and wishes for a chance from you."

Kylie Dalton’s eyes shifted, if it could bring collaboration to the company, that would be good. The key point is that the other party has a low posture, giving her great face in front of everyone.

Therefore, she didn’t refuse, nodding slightly, "Then, lead the way."

After speaking, she glared fiercely at Elara Hale, "Wait for me at the hotel next door, dare to run, I’ll blacklist Esther Carter!"

And she looked at the director, "Watch them for me."

The director was unsure whether to respond or not, he could only give a vague, bitter smile.

Kylie Dalton, stepping on high heels, elegantly walked out.

The director then ushered everyone from the private box to change locations, as the others were heading out, he quietly walked over to Esther Carter and said, "Why don’t you take your friend and leave first?"

Esther Carter hesitated for a moment, "What if she vents her anger on you..."

The director waved his hand, "I am an old and ugly man; could she devour me? At most, she’ll just lose her temper, no worries."

The key thing is, this little ancestor cannot come to harm. If her backing capital gets involved, he will indeed be in trouble.

Elara Hale grabbed Esther Carter’s hand, shaking her head, "I can’t leave, she said she would blacklist you, and she would definitely do it. She doesn’t play by the rules; we fell into her trap, so leaving unharmed is impossible. All she wants is to see me humiliated, and to step on me high above... I..."

"Enough!" Esther Carter grumpily poked her head, "Remember what I said, I don’t need you sacrificing for me, keep those thoughts to yourself."

"But..."

"No buts, listen to me, come with me!" Esther Carter greeted the director and pulled Elara Hale along as they left.

The phone in her pocket was still lit with the notification of a newly received message.

[Grandma Fitzwilliam]: [ok], I’ll arrange it.

If her guess was correct, the one who came from the club to drive people away and draw off Kylie Dalton should have been arranged by Grandma Fitzwilliam or the great Mr. Fitzwilliam.

With a big shot wrapping up, she doubted Kylie Dalton would dare blacklist her.

But Elara doesn’t know all this, looking at her anxious expression, Esther Carter felt a bit guilty, after struggling, she still opened her mouth, "Elara, I need to tell you something."

Her expression was rarely serious, puzzling Elara Hale as she asked, "What is it?"

Esther Carter took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, "Zion Fitzwilliam, your current contract husband, he..."

Before she could finish, Elara Hale’s phone suddenly rang, she shushed Esther Carter, picking up, "Hello."

It was Zion Fitzwilliam calling, gently asking her, "Off work yet? I’ll pick you up since I’m nearby." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Elara Hale quickly declined, "No need, I... I have some things, I’ll head back soon."

Zion Fitzwilliam said, "Alright, come home early, I’ll make you something delicious tonight."

Elara Hale had mixed feelings; she had been avoiding all day, moving between renting a house and being encouraged by her friend to make up her mind to strive for something, yet now hearing Zion Fitzwilliam’s calm voice, she had a very strange feeling.

As if she had drummed up much ado about nothing on herself, while he just sat there unmoved like a mountain.

Returning her thoughts, she responded, "Okay, don’t forget to pick up Joanne Carter."

"Okay, I know."

After hanging up, Elara Hale looked again at Esther Carter, asking, "What were you about to say earlier? What about Zion?"

Esther Carter had regained her calm, awkwardly smiling, "Nothing, I just think he surely has feelings for you too, so make sure to confess tonight, regardless of the outcome, we’re not losing out, are we?"

Elara Hale nodded with melancholy, although she still felt uncertain inside.

In Qyria Club, within the VIP box on the third floor.

Zion Fitzwilliam put his phone away, turned around and looked at his subordinate who had been waiting for a while, asking, "Handled it?"

The subordinate shook his head, "No, she’s tight-lipped, probably scared of getting arrested if she confesses, stubbornly claiming it’s unrelated to her."

From within the screen, Kylie Dalton’s screams were incessant.