Since Suzanne Sawyer didn’t have her own dressing room, Lily Sterling was worried about her and brought her back to her own.
Inside the dressing room, Finn and the several bodyguards assigned to her by the company were all present. Perhaps because she was finally in a safe environment, the tension that had kept her wound tight suddenly snapped. The humiliation and hurt she felt swelled up all at once, and she began to cry uncontrollably.
Lily Sterling, however, was surprisingly strong. Even though Henry Marshall had verbally harassed her and even touched her face, she didn’t cry. Instead, she comforted Suzanne Sawyer. "It’s okay now. It’s over. Don’t cry."
Suzanne Sawyer couldn’t stop crying. Sobbing, she pulled out her phone to call her father. "D-Dad... I... I was ha-harassed... *sob*..."
Hearing her father’s voice on the line made her break down completely, and she began to wail.
Lily Sterling felt helpless and could only keep silently passing her tissues.
Yuna quietly recounted the incident to Finn. He was furious. "How can something like this happen on set? In broad daylight, no less! The sheer nerve of that guy."
It was the first time Yuna had ever encountered anything like this, and it was a real eye-opener. "You didn’t see him. The guy was like a rabid dog—he even dared to curse out the director!"
Finn hesitated, then pulled Yuna aside. "Should we tell Lily’s sister?" he whispered. "Didn’t she ask us to let her know if Lily ever got into trouble?"
Yuna hesitated. "Do we need to? I already told Connie. She should be able to handle it, right?"
"We should tell her anyway," Finn insisted. "They’re so close, and Lily was a victim in this, too. A few words of comfort from her sister would mean more than anything from us."
Yuna considered this and realized Finn was right. The last time Lily’s sister visited the set, she had given them all expensive Special Grade Sea Cucumbers as gifts. She had also quietly pulled them aside and told them to contact her immediately if Lily ever ran into trouble, even making sure to exchange WhatsApp numbers.
And today’s incident definitely counted as major trouble.
「Meanwhile」 Cecilia Sterling was hosting a dinner at an upscale restaurant in Lorcain for Wesley Yates, Mr. Young, and several other investment banking tycoons she had met at a previous gathering.
To succeed in Lorcain’s investment banking world, she needed to solidify these connections.
The other guests had come hoping to get a read on the situation. They couldn’t quite gauge where Jeb and Mr. Yates stood with this Miss Sterling. While their last meeting had seemed amicable on the surface, some felt their attitude was still ambiguous.
But to their surprise, both Jeb and Mr. Young had accepted Miss Sterling’s invitation, gracing the dinner with their presence. For the others, that made things clear.
This Miss Sterling, with her casual "thirty-two thousand," had clearly earned the respect of the two tycoons.
The atmosphere in the private room was heating up. Cecilia Sterling raised her glass. "Mr. Young, Jeb, last time I wasn’t feeling well and couldn’t drink, so I still owe you. To show you I’m not just some kid making excuses, I’ll start by downing three glasses!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa... hold on..."
Before Mr. Young could even finish his protest, Cecilia had already tilted her head back and drained her glass.
She immediately refilled it and, without a word, downed that one too.
Then came the third.
While Mr. Young was verbally telling her not to drink so much, inwardly he was pleased. It confirmed his intuition: Cecilia Sterling was the real deal, not just putting on a show. Last time hadn’t just been an act to placate him.
"Miss Sterling can really hold her liquor!"
"You’d never guess it! She drinks that much and doesn’t even flush!"
"I bet she can outdrink most of us here. Miss Sterling, where are you from?"
Cecilia Sterling smiled. "I’m from Veridia," she replied.


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