Chapter 590

The man fell silent. After all, this was hardly a shocking request to “Chameleon,” the moniker that had been bestowed upon him due to his uncanny ability to slip into any persona without arousing suspicion.

Ricardo was known for his knack for playing any part perfectly. His relentless drive stemmed from a desire to avoid the violent urges that consumed him if he didn’t witness death regularly. Thus, he took on countless jobs, never once failing to complete his assignments.

Psychologists had once analyzed Ricardo, branding him as inherently wicked and a natural–born pretender. They claimed he could be anyone he wanted to be, provided the inclination was there. The task of eliminating Brielle should have been a breeze, especially since Ricardo had earned all of her trust.

He could have easily thrown his dagger, ending Brielle’s life and her presence in this world for good.

Yet, the words Brielle spoke halted him in his tracks, words no one had ever dared to utter to him before.

The man observing from a short distance arched an eyebrow at Ricardo’s moment of contemplation. “I bet the first time you got played, they promised to stick by you, too, right? But after she witnessed your ruthlessness, she couldn’t wait to scream for the cops. No matter how good you were to her, she saw you as nothing but a monster without a conscience. Brielle’s no different. You’re not seriously considering taking the fall for her, are you? With your skills, you could easily take her out at Stellar Stage Entertainment without breaking a sweat.”

The corner of Ricardo’s eye twitched as if tainted with venom. “The people I want dead don’t live to see tomorrow. I try my hardest to ensure the ones I don’t want to kill see the light of day.”

The man snorted coldly, leaning against the wall before striding away, leaving behind a parting shot.

“Suit yourself, but if you fail, the boss won’t be forgiving.”

Once the man left, Ricardo’s demeanor shifted again, reverting to that pure and unsullied character smitten with just a smile from Brielle.

The Chameleon was so adept at his masquerade that he could even make himself forget who he really was. Now, he was Ricardo, the man who needed Brielle’s hand to pull him out of the mire.

She’d better be there to lend it. And she’d better not let go. Otherwise…

Brielle’s car was already parked in the underground lot of Stellar Stage Entertainment. Upon reaching her office floor, she summoned someone, arranging for John to be taken to a secluded, spacious room to rest. From now on, John could sleep at the company, and the cafeteria would provide three square meals a day.

John’s face was too recognizable in the entertainment industry. Brielle worried that revealing him too soon could alert his wife, so it was best to keep him hidden until everything was ready.

The person she called upon was a man of few words, often seen around this floor. While most of the executives had initially treated her with condescension, this man always respectfully addressed her as “Ms. Haywood.”

After leading John to his new quarters, Brielle instructed the man. “This room has a private lounge, kitchen, and bedroom. From now on, it will be John’s room. If he needs anything, you’ll be the one to get it for him. Remember, don’t mention John’s presence here to anyone.”

The man eagerly nodded, a spark of excitement in his eyes. Ms. Haywood had finally noticed him!

“I’ll complete the mission!”

Unaware of his excitement, Brielle finished delegating the task and then turned to John. “Do you find the room to your liking, John?”

John had never imagined that such a space existed within the walls of Stellar Stage Entertainment.

Brielle chose not to delve into the origins of the room, alluding only to the fact that former executives who had been let go had been too indulgent with company funds, creating several such suites for their entertainment.

“I’m very satisfied,” John said, looking around the 80–square meter space, which was ample for one person.

Brielle nodded, explaining, “I could go out and find you a place, but as you know, we can’t expose your face right now. If the media gets wind of it, people will know you’re planning a movie, and we don’t want to spook anyone prematurely. Here, you’ll have someone to look after you.”

John’s eyes welled up with gratitude, at a loss for words on how to thank Brielle. All he could do was delve deeper into the script, thoroughly understand it, and stun everyone with his debut film!

After settling John in, Brielle returned to her office. The man she had pointed to earlier followed her, prompting Brielle to ask if he needed something. “Donny, is there something on your mind?”

Donny was taken aback. Ms. Haywood knew his name? His lips trembled, struggling to form a coherent response. He was genuinely grateful to Brielle for restructuring Stellar Stage Entertainment and giving him hope for a better future there.

“Ms. Haywood, you know who I am?”