Chapter 327

"Why will we care about the agency behind you?" Sylvia sneered,

looking at Deshawn. "What a scumbag! How dare you harass my

younger sister! Who do you think you are?"

Deshawn's face was red and swollen. He felt pain all over his body and

decided not to let go of any of them.

“You hit me. My agency will sue you."

Sylvia snorted, giving off a cold aura. Her pretty face was shiny under

the light, but her temperament was thrilling.

She lifted her foot in a white sneaker and stomped violently on his most

fragile part.

"Argh!" Deshawn exclaimed in pain, and his voice echoed in the room

and the corridor.

All the males present were shocked and scared, wishing to vanish from

the room immediately.

"How ruthless Sylvia is!"

Sylvia didn't only stomp on it but also crushed it for a long while.

Eden swallowed hard. 'Seems that Deshawn would never be a man for

the rest of his life."

Eden couldn't help but recall that he once boldly provoked Sylvia.

“Sylvia won't take revenge on me in the same way, right?" thought

Eden.

Sylvia withdrew her feet and glanced at Deshawn on the floor, who had

collapsed in pain, almost dying. His forehead was covered with sweat

beads, and he was too weak to utter a word.

She took off her sneakers, standing on the carpet with her white socks.

"So filthy!"

Romeo picked the sneakers up and said, "Sylvia, let me throw them

away."

Then he tossed them into the trash can.

Watching this, Eden pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Hello,

is that the manager of DD Shopee? This is Eden West. Send me a pair

of the latest woman's sneakers, sized 36. Please hurry.”

"What? It's too late? I'll pay you 10 times the original price. Make it

quick."

Eden ended the call, looking at Sylvia with a flattering smile. "Sylvia,

I've bought a pair of new sneakers for you. It's under DD brand."

The brand was a casual clothing sub-brand of a famous one,

expensive, and the youngster's favorite.

Right then, other crew members arrived.

Brock gaped and immediately understood what had happened.

Looking guilty, he said to Sylvia apologetically, “I'm terribly sorry, Miss

Andrews. I'll fire Deshawn Hester now. Sorry. I didn't take good care of

Poppy."

"You must fire that junk. Let Franklin Maskelyne look for another actor.

If he cannot protect his younger sister, he is not a good brother.” Sylvia

glanced a Deshawn coldly. "Ban him in the business!"

Deshawn widened his eyes. "What did you say? Whose sister is she?"

He wondered if he was hearing things.

"She's not only Franklin's younger sister but also the sister of Miss

Andrews, our movie's sponsor.” Brock inwardly cursed the scumbag,

afraid his career would be ruined by this badass.

Deshawn had wanted to take revenge. However, after hearing

Franklin's name, he had to give up.

He couldn't afford to offend Franklin.

After Brock told him Sylvia was the sponsor, he was more disappointed.

Deshawn was old and always stayed on the film set, so he seldom

browsed news on Twitter.

Therefore, he didn't know Sylvia was the movie's sponsor and famous

online.

Brock kicked Deshawn in hatred and snapped, "Jerk! I hired you

because you were good at acting. Few actors and actresses were

willing to act in my movie, and many people thought I couldn't film a

good one. But you should check who is behind me."

Brock's kick made Deshawn cry out in pain again, "Ouch!"

Shedding tears regretfully, Deshawn crawled toward Sylvia, although

he felt the pain all over his body and especially his private part.

Using all his strength, he tugged the hemline of Sylvia's trousers and

begged, "Please have mercy, Miss Andrews. Please... Please let go of

me."

"My parents are old, and my children are young. I'm the only one

making money. They all rely on me. I'm sorry. I've been a fool. I didn't

know she was your sister and Mr. Maskelyne's sister."

“You are generous. Please forgive me."

The man, turning fifty, lay prone on the floor.

His body was full of bruises and wounds.

His face was too black and blue, and no one could recognize him as an

elegant, respected actor.

Sylvia lowered her eyes, looking at him coldly. “When you bullied

Poppy, why didn't you think about your family? Think I'll forgive you

after you begged with the excuse of your family?"

Her words ruined his hope bit by bit. Deshawn was utterly disappointed.

"Toss the junk out!" Sylvia didn't have the mood to spare a glance at

him.

"You injured me. I'm gonna sue you. I'll let the police ban your crew,"

Deshawn yelled hoarsely. He was too reluctant.

"You made me impotent. I'm gonna send you to jail."

"Let's wait and see!”

"Asshole! You harassed my sister. Since you are so fond of being with

the cops, I can send you to jail directly. I wish you'll never come out,"

Sylvia sneered.

Then she said to James, "Call your older brother. Let him send this

scumbag to jail."

Deshawn conducted an attempted rape. The evidence was solid.

At least, he would stay in jail for several years.

Huddling up in Eden's arms, Poppy watched Sylvia and felt moved.

Eden's oversized jacket wrapped her wounded body, sending warmth

to her chest.

Sylvia was too protective and treated her indeed well.

Poppy almost shed tears.

James rubbed his arms. He used too much strength while hitting the

scumbag earlier, and his hands hurt.

When he turned around, he saw Poppy was held by Eden tightly.

James went ballistic again.

"What are you doing? Let go of my sister!"

He strode to Eden and dragged him away. Holding Poppy in his arms,

James glared at Eden and snapped, "My sister is still young. Leave her

alone!”

Poppy sniffed and said in a nasal tone, "James, Eden is a good boy. He

takes good care of me on the film set.”

"I don't care. Whoever wants to be your boyfriend must get my

permission.” James raised his chin proudly.

Romeo grabbed the lamp from a nightstand, waving it at Eden.

"Whoever wants to pursue my best friend's sister must defeat me."

Eden blinked and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "She's my

coworker. Please don't misunderstand us. I've never bullied her."

"James... Romeo... What are you doing? So embarrassing!" Poppy

looked at Sylvia for help, feeling frustrated. "Sylvia, please help me."

"I agree with them.” Sylvia glanced at everyone present

expressionlessly. "You may dismiss. Mr. Davila, I'll leave the rest for

you to handle.”

Brock knew what she implied.

He gave hush money to the hotel attendants and the crew members

and forced them to sign a confidential contract.

After all, the event was relevant to a girl's reputation. If it was spread, it

would hurt Poppy and the crew.

Besides, Poppy was a green hand in the entertainment business, so it

was better to be safe than sorry. Brock didn't want anyone with evil

intentions to make trouble based on this matter.

Poppy's room.

Sylvia, James, and Romeo entered with Poppy. Eden glanced at her

worriedly. Somehow, he was too reluctant to leave her.

His feet seemed to be glued to the floor.