Chapter 105
Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right
Being exposed like this, Darienâs face turned livid.
âI told you that Iâm on countless calls every day.
Of course, I wonât be able to remember each of them! Maybe I thought I was making an appointment with another person.
Besides, even if I asked you out, so what? I was busy last night and couldnât make it to the bar.
Whatever happened there has nothing to do with me!â
Putting away her phone, Lindsey asked coldly, âWhat film crew in their right mind would host a hangout in a karaoke bar in an area thatâs known for gang violence? It wasnât intentional on your part?
How can you still deny it when the evidence is right in front of you?!â
The others in the rehearsal hall broke into discussion once more.
âIâve heard of that bar.
People who arenât affiliated with the gang wouldnât even think to step foot in there.
So, why would Darien ask her to meet him there?â
âI heard that he likes to make things hard for others.
Maybe that agent isnât lying after allâ¦â
âJust thinking about it gives me the heebie-jeebies! God, I donât think I want to push through with this audition anymore if it means having to deal with this producer!â
âLindsey, Iâll have you blacklisted from the entire entertainment industry!â Darien roared, his fiery eyes wild with anger.
He finally stopped pretending and pointed a finger at Lindsey.
In his eyes, Lindsey was just a lowly agent.
She was nothing compared to him!
Banning her from the industry should be a piece of cake for him.
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The next second, his outstretched finger was grabbed by someone.
A tall, imposing figure had seized his finger in a firm hold.
With a cold glare, the man applied slight pressure, causing a sharp pain to shoot through Darienâs finger.
He grimaced in pain and was forced to kneel on the ground.
âf@ck you! Let go of me, you bastard!â
âItâs rude to point at others.
Didnât your mother ever teach you that?â Domenic taunted, his low voice sending shivers down Darienâs spine.
âHelp! Security! Get this man away from me!â
âApologize to her.
Now.
Otherwise, by the time your precious security guards arrive, Iâll have already broken your finger clean off.
â
Sweat dripped from Darienâs forehead.
Her was in so much pain that he couldnât care less about his dignity.
âOkay, okay! Iâm sorry, Lindsey! Iâm sorry! I admit I was wrong!â
âMr.
Walshââ
Lindsey stepped forward and grabbed Domenicâs arm.
She didnât care whether Darien lost a finger or not, but she did care about Domenic.
What if he was sent to jail for hurting someone?
Domenic reluctantly let go of Darienâs finger.
Seeing the nervous look on Lindseyâs face, he said with a gentle smile, âIâm your man.