The Scumbag's Regret: My Lethal Comeback

rrounded by his wall of bodyguards. The dying sunlight of

y idling at the curb. The driver respec

stered with a desperate, fawning smile, trying t

ored trousers. His tone was flat, but the oppressive weight of hi

head. Everyone in the industry knew the second son of

erfume and socializing in the hallways," Jefferson said, casu

e dissatisfaction with Candice. He nodded frantically. "I understand c

spacious leather backseat of the Maybach. The heavy door

ned around, staring at his boss in absolute shock. "Were

his eyes. His voice was lazy. "I was simply stating

llshit. But he didn't dare cross the man wh

urb, Jefferson's eyes snapped open. He caught a f

y legs are going to fall off! I

s head and looked o

a cheap, faded windbreaker and a battered b

bare face possessed a breathtaking, fragile beauty, but her mo

into the back seat like a slippery

e in Jefferson's head grew fainter and fainter

leather armrest. His eyes darkened, turning dangerous. He had just c

id suddenly. His voice

need?" Julian straighten

eck Leland Finch sent over. Heart

to the gearshift. He whipped his head around, his face

u go on a show like that, your fans will literally

gent with an eerie, unblinking stillness. The silence stretched for a suffocating second. "Just s

ammed Julian's mouth shut. Gritting his teeth,

to the cast list. Karina Abbott's name was right there,

name on the glass. A dark, predatory

is woman was hiding-the woman whose thoughts had

department. "Julian! The data you asked for on Karina just exploded!

gh the phone, a terrifying, icy

touch his prey. They