Chapter 292: I Will Just Ignore Him

Victor and Silvia were sitting inside Natalie’s office.

"Tonight, you two have to attend NovaFrame’s banquet together," Natalie informed them. "It’s to celebrate you both signing a movie with them."

"Do I really need to?" Victor asked lazily. "And with ?" He pointed toward Silvia.

Natalie glanced at Silvia, who sat on the couch, unaffected, as if Victor’s behavior didn’t bother her at all. Natalie always wondered why Silvia put up with Victor’s less-than-good attitude. Was she in love with him? She never showed it and always acted professional, yet she insisted on being wherever Victor was. What exactly was going on?

"Of course, with her, since you two are the main leads of the movie," Natalie replied firmly, her tone that of a boss.

Victor sighed inwardly, as if things were being forced on him, and focused on his mobile. "Whatever," he muttered.

Natalie looked at their assistants and instructed, "You two know what to do. I’ll leave them to you."

"Yes, Ms. Natalie."

Natalie then addressed Victor, "You can leave now."

Victor ignored her, continuing to play his game while lounging on the couch. Natalie sighed and returned to her work.

Silvia remained seated as well.

Victor glanced at her. "Aren’t you leaving?"

She ignored him and continued browsing her cellphone, as usual checking the latest trends in the fashion industry.

Victor shot her a look, stood up, and muttered, "Such a nuisance," before walking out of the office.

Silvia smiled lightly, then stood and turned to Natalie. "I’ll take my leave now. See you at the banquet tonight."

Natalie hummed and then asked, "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," Silvia replied.

"Are you in love with Victor?" Natalie asked bluntly.

Silvia raised a brow. "And what made you think that? Just because I put up with his nonsense?"

"Why is he so important to you?" Natalie questioned.

Silvia thought for a moment before responding, "Maybe I’m just crazy," and then left the office.

Natalie watched her leave, trying to decipher her cryptic answer. Shaking her head, she picked up her cellphone. She checked for any calls or messages from Justin.

In the evening, Natalie was ready to attend the banquet arranged by NovaFrame at one of the luxurious high-end hotels in the city. Many celebrities and notable figures were invited, including prominent individuals from the corporate world and renowned personalities from various sectors.

Natalie arrived with Mia. The moment they entered the venue, numerous pictures were taken of them. As they walked into the hall, the two stunning women captured everyone’s attention—especially Natalie.

This time, she wasn’t in her typical formal attire but wore a beautiful dress, looking more radiant than any celebrity present. She looked tall, powerful, and confident, emitting a formidable aura.

The Fords and Browns were also invited and attended as families. The moment Ivan spotted Natalie, his heart skipped a beat. He found himself unable to take his eyes off her. That night, in his drunken state, he had thought it was Natalie he was having an intimate night with, only to wake up the next morning and find Briena sleeping next to him.

At that moment, he wished desperately it had been Natalie by his side instead of Briena. He couldn’t help but wonder if he still had a chance with her.

Briena noticed Ivan’s gaze and wrapped her arms around him. "Ivan..."

He looked at her, only to hear her ask with a sad expression, "Don’t you love me anymore?"

Ivan was taken aback. "What are you saying?"

"It seems like you haven’t forgotten my sister yet. If that’s the case..."

"Don’t say things like that. You know I’m with you now," Ivan said, trying to reassure her. He couldn’t afford to jeopardize his relationship with Briena when he wasn’t sure Natalie would ever come back to him. He had to tread carefully.

"That damn bitch has to show up everywhere," Irene muttered under her breath. "She doesn’t even deserve to be here."

Ivan shot his sister a sharp look, aware of her tendency to create trouble. "Stay away from her, and don’t cause any scenes," he warned.

Irene didn’t give up. "She’s here to hook up with a few more rich men. Look at how every man here is only looking at her. That slut truly knows what she’s doing."

"Irene, don’t say that," Briena said. "She’s my sister..."

"Just because she’s your sister, am I not allowed to tell the truth?" Irene frowned. "I’ll never forgive her for betraying my brother for some gigolo."

"Shut up, Irene," Ivan said coldly. "No more words, or I’ll send you back home."

Irene huffed and stormed off, feeling angry with her brother.

"I’ll take care of her," Briena said, following Irene as Ivan nodded in agreement.

As Briena caught up with Irene, she overheard her saying, "I’m telling you, that bitch is seducing my brother again. You need to keep him away from her."

Briena sighed. "What can I do? That bitch knows all the tricks."

"Don’t worry. I’m on your side. I’ll help you get rid of her."

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Meanwhile, Natalie and Mia were talking to some key people from NovaFrame. They were discussing a movie signed with two artists from Natalie’s company—Victor and Silvia—and their expected arrival.

"They should be here soon," Natalie assured them.

The person from NovaFrame smiled. "Of course, the next star couple would definitely make a special appearance..."

They continued their conversation, which made Briena feel jealous. She had just finished filming with this company, yet she wasn’t getting any special recognition. She was being treated like an ordinary star, while Natalie had everyone flocking around her.

"I told you she knows how to seduce men," Irene muttered again, glaring at Natalie, who was now laughing while talking with Mia alone.

Briena calmed herself and said, "Calm down, Irene. Let’s go congratulate my sister on her success."

The two walked toward Natalie and Mia.

"Talk about an eyesore," Mia commented under her breath.

"Mia, why are you always like this?" Briena asked. "I’m just here to congratulate my sister."

"Your sister?" Mia said, pretending to look around. "Umm, I don’t see anyone who looks like your sister." Then she glanced at Irene. "Oh, here it is—your sister. The same bitch face."

Irene almost lunged forward. "You—"