Reborn Rich: Prices Dropped, My Savings Didn't novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183: Chapter 181: Slap! Slap

That afternoon, Suzanne Sawyer forced herself to endure both physical and psychological revulsion to finish filming the intimacy scene.

She not only had to suppress her nausea but also had to act joyful and enthralled, which made her stomach churn after they were done filming.

The moment the director yelled "Cut!", she immediately pulled away, turned, and fled the set, running to a deserted spot where she began to dry heave.

With the morning’s incident still haunting her, the afternoon scene felt like she was enduring an attempted assault. The feel of his hands on her skin and his mouth on her neck left her feeling utterly nauseated.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Just then, a hand suddenly landed on her shoulder, followed by a mocking voice in her ear.

Suzanne Sawyer turned her head, and Henry Marshall’s face suddenly filled her vision. She reacted instinctively, shoving him away with all her might.

Henry Marshall only took two steps back, a smirk on his face as he watched her. "What’s this? Are you throwing up?" he taunted. "This morning, you falsely accused me of groping you. Are you going to claim you got pregnant from filming one scene with me now?"

Such a crude joke only made Suzanne Sawyer find the man before her all the more repulsive.

She was the daughter of a wealthy family herself, so she wasn’t afraid of Henry Marshall. She lifted her chin and said indignantly, "You know damn well whether I’m ’falsely accusing’ you or not. You’re a creep. Get the hell away from me!"

"Heh, you’ve got quite a temper," Henry Marshall sneered, but his expression soured in the next second. "Who the hell do you think you’re putting on an act for? If you don’t want to act, you can get the hell out. My family invested twenty million in this show. Replacing you would take a minute."

Henry Marshall’s words made the color drain from Suzanne Sawyer’s face.

After all, her father had only invested five million.

He was also an actor with powerful backing, but in terms of investment, he had far more clout than she did.

Seeing the flicker of panic in her eyes, Henry Marshall smiled again. "What? Scared now? If you’d been a little more cooperative during the shoot this morning, I might have been in a good enough mood to get you a couple more scenes. But no, you had to fucking cry and scream and ruin it for me."

’It just seemed like a thrill to do it on camera,’ Henry Marshall thought. ’I was just looking for a little fun, but Suzanne Sawyer had to go and ruin it all.’

Suzanne Sawyer’s eyes were red, but she refused to back down. "If you’ve got the guts, then replace me. I’ll expose you for what you did."

"Ooh, scary," Henry Marshall said, stepping closer with a provocative, arrogant swagger. "You think I’m afraid? Who’s going to believe you? Acting is acting. Look at all the truly dedicated actors out there—plenty of them go fully nude for a role. This just makes you look unprofessional and prissy, you know that?"

’He’s clearly twisting things. Getting into character and deliberately groping someone are two completely different things. But it’s my word against his. As long as he denies it, there’s nothing I can do.’

’But I know he did it on purpose!’

Suzanne Sawyer felt a wave of powerlessness wash over her. Henry Marshall was right—even if she exposed him, she had no solid proof.

"I don’t want to waste my breath on someone like you."

Suzanne Sawyer avoided his lecherous gaze and tried to walk around him, but he stepped sideways to block her path.

"What are you doing? This is the film set! I’ll scream!" Suzanne Sawyer warned, her eyes instinctively glancing into the distance.

But she saw that the area where they had just been filming was now practically empty.

"Don’t bother looking. They’ve moved on to the next set," Henry Marshall said with a smile. "And you don’t need to scream. I’m not going to do anything to you here."

As he spoke, Henry Marshall licked his lips and raised an eyebrow. "However, if you’re willing to come to my room tonight to ’chat,’ I can promise I’ll get the director to add more scenes for you. How about it?"

"Get lost!"

Suzanne Sawyer glared at Henry Marshall and snapped, "You’re shameless! You filthy pervert!"

Raised in a sheltered environment, even Suzanne Sawyer’s insults were rather tame. To Henry Marshall, her words, combined with her flushed, angry face, had a certain stubborn appeal.

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