Chapter 148

Chapter 148:

Waylon immediately replied, “Dane, what’s up? Miss me already? Hang tight, I’ll be done with this shoot in a few days. Why does work suddenly feel so tough? I just want to go home and see Madisyn. I wonder how she’s doing… Doesn’t she miss me?”

Dane, not missing a beat, replied, “Nope, she’s having a great time with Andrew.”

Waylon chuckled. “Then I’m relieved.”

Dane didn’t know how to respond, so he simply replied with an ellipsis.

Waylon, puzzled by Dane’s vague response, sent another message, only to find that Dane had deleted him again! Waylon was furious.

“Unbelievable!” he muttered, venting his frustration before quickly shifting his focus back to reading the script.

Later that evening, Madisyn and Andrew took a stroll through the garden.

“Something on your mind?” Andrew’s deep, soothing voice broke through Madisyn’s thoughts.

ｍ𝚘𝚛ｅ ｕ𝚙ｄ𝚊ｔｅｓ 𝚒ｎ ɢ𝚊ｌ𝚗𝚘ｖ𝚎ｌ𝚜.𝚌𝚘𝚖

Madisyn shook her head, replying softly, “No.” However, the tinge of melancholy in her tone was palpable.

Sensing her mood, Andrew gently placed a hand on her head and reassured her, “Dane will be heading to Ansport soon. I wouldn’t be surprised if he asks you to go with him. But even if you don’t, I’ll make sure to come back and see you every week.”

“But you’re so busy. I don’t want to take up your time,” Madisyn said, not wanting their relationship to become a burden on his work.

“You’re the most important part of my life,” Andrew replied, his gaze steady and sincere. “I’m working hard to build a future for us. We can’t lose sight of what truly matters.”

Madisyn felt a warm blush spread across her cheeks, unable to deny the truth in his words.

When did Andrew get so good at saying things like this?

“It’s late. You should go,” she finally said, her voice softening.

“Alright,” Andrew said with a nod.

They walked together to the car. Andrew got in but paused before starting the engine, looking at Madisyn with those intense, dark eyes. “Don’t you have something to say to me?”

“Drive safe.”

“And?” he prompted, a playful tone in his voice.

“Good night?” Madisyn offered, a little unsure.

Andrew smiled, leaning in to kiss her gently on the cheek. “Good night.”

The warmth of his breath and the brief touch of his lips sent Madisyn’s heart fluttering. As he drove away, she stood there for a moment, savoring the cool night air and the sweet feeling lingering inside her.

Madisyn headed back to her room to rest. When she turned on her phone, she noticed a missed call from Giana.

Without hesitation, she called her back.

“What do you want now?” Madisyn asked, her voice cold and distant.

Giana hesitated, caught off guard by Madisyn’s cold tone. She struggled to find her words, and the silence stretched on.

Just as she sensed Madisyn was about to hang up, she finally spoke up. “I need your help with something.”

Madisyn said nothing, waiting for her to continue.

“Could you write a song for me? I’ll pay you,” Giana asked, her voice laced with uncertainty.

“I don’t need your money,” Madisyn replied coolly.

Giana bit her lip, trying to push through the tension. “Now that you’re back with your… less affluent family, how can you say you don’t need money? I’m offering a substantial amount.”

“I told you, I don’t need it!” Madisyn repeated, her impatience growing.

Giana’s tone softened, almost pleading. “Then what do you want?”

“I don’t want anything from you. We’re not friends anymore, so you’ll have to manage on your own,” Madisyn responded before abruptly ending the call.

As the line went dead, Giana gripped her phone tightly, the night’s chill creeping into her bones. She couldn’t help but remember the time years ago when Madisyn had stayed up all night writing a song for her competition. Giana had been deeply grateful, but Madisyn had brushed it off as nothing, then slept until the afternoon.

Madisyn had always been there for her—so why was there so much distance between them now? A wave of sadness swept over Giana as she tried to figure out where things had gone wrong between them.

The following day, when Madisyn arrived at the office, she was surprised to see a report in the work group chat. Unable to ignore it, she confronted Teresa, asking, “Carsten is the most qualified for this project. Why did you assign it to Kian instead?”

Kian Wilkerson, who happened to be Evie’s boyfriend, was also the one who had been with Teresa the night before.

“I assign projects to whoever I believe is the best fit,” Teresa responded coolly.

Madisyn’s expression grew more serious. “And what about Carsten?”

Teresa was clearly irritated by the confrontation. “Madisyn, since when do I need your permission to make decisions? I have my reasons for not choosing Carsten. What’s it to you? Or is there something else going on here? Are you championing Carsten because you’ve got a little crush on him?” she said with a mocking grin.

Madisyn’s tone hardened, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “Teresa, our artists put their faith in us—they come here with hopes and dreams, trusting we’ll do right by them. They deserve someone who respects that, not someone who plays favorites for personal gain.”

Teresa scoffed, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “How absurd! Are you really trying to be Carsten’s hero? If you think you’ve got what it takes, go ahead—run to the director and have me fired!”

She casually applied her lipstick, utterly unconcerned, confident that even if Madisyn did report her, nothing would come of it.

Madisyn shot her a cold, determined glance before heading straight to the director’s office, who had just returned that day.

Not long after, Teresa was called into the director’s office. When she finally emerged, her frustration was written all over her face—it was clear she had been reprimanded.

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