Oh, totally forgot that the guy was on a mission to deliver lunch to Giselle.
Well, thatâs none of her business then!
Seeing Ivyâs indifferent attitude, Balfourâs brow furrowed in irritation. He had gone out of his way to check up on this girl, and she was still giving him the cold shoulder?
âWhatâs this all about? A leading lady like yourself, squatting here so gracelessly. Really, donât you find that a bit unsightly?â
Ivy was baffled, âBefore you showed up, nobody had a problem with me squatting here. Arenât you here to see someone? Get on with it, then!â
This woman, knowing full well he was there for her, still acted so chilly. Did she think she was some kind of big shot now?
A smirk played on Balfourâs lips, laced with sarcasm. âMs. Dunhill, youâre not getting ahead of yourself just because youâve had a taste of the spotlight, are you? Seems to me youâve got a long way to go.â
His flippant tone was like nails on a chalkboard to Ivy.
It was as if all her hard work until now had been for nothing.
She really wanted to give him a piece of her mind. But remembering their contractual ties, she swallowed the harsh words bubbling up inside her.
Once she earned enough to pay off the debt she owed him, theyâd have nothing more to do with each other!
âItâs none of your concern.â
With that, Ivy turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Balfour seething in her wake.
He scoffed internally, âWhat an ungrateful woman!â
As Balfour watched Ivyâs retreating figure, his face was set in stone, silent.
âGo and call Balfour over here for me, tell him I have something important to discuss!â Giselle commanded as soon as she caught wind of Balfourâs arrival at the studio.
Watching the fallout between Balfour and Ivy, Giselleâs heart bloomed with joy.
No time to scold her assistant now. She needed them to run errands for her.
âHurry up, before Balfour heads back to the office!â
Giselle sat in her trailer, touching up her makeup in the mirror, the reflection showing a woman with a captivating smile. âHmph, I always said there would be no happy ending for you two. Because in the end, Balfour is destined to be mine. Oh Ivy, you may have won the audience, but this manâs heart? Iâll make sure itâs clenched in my fist!â
Balfour faced Giselleâs assistant with an indifferent expression, âCanât she come out here to talk? Does it have to be in her trailer?â
The assistant was visibly intimidated, hardly daring to meet Balfourâs gaze.
His towering height of nearly six-foot-three alone was enough to instill a sense of dread, let alone the domineering aura that came with his familyâs reputation.
âMr. Howard, I donât know what Giselle wants to discuss with you. Iâm just the messenger.â
His trembling, even just from passing a message, was a telltale sign of the treatment he usually endured from Giselle.
Balfour had no desire to make things harder for the staff. Despite his stern demeanor, he eventually made his way towards her trailer.
Ivy, having just wrapped up a discussion about the script with Colton, caught sight of Balfour striding into Giselleâs trailer with his long legs taking three steps at a time.
She quickly ducked her head, biting,her lip in agitation.
Even though she harbored a sliver of hope that maybe everything was a sham, a ploy by Giselle.
But now faced with the reality, Ivy realized she wasnât as generous as she imagined.
She had to admit, it bothered her-yet she didnât even have the right to be bothered.
Colton exchanged a knowing glance with the producer. It was clear as day to them now.