“Jason Miller, you’re my personal assistant. How can you just start a fight in public like this?” she scolded.
“If fans saw this, the company would have to spend a fortune on damage control.”
I studied the woman carefully and had to admit—she was stunning.
At nearly five-foot-seven in height, wrapped in a red trench coat that perfectly outlined her figure.
The only flaw was the frosty look in her eyes as she stared at me.
“Miss Emily, it’s been a while,” I said.
But Emily instantly raised her hand to cut me off.
“Enough. Just tell me—what do you want?”
I froze, caught off guard.
Were Hollywood stars always this impatient?
I had only greeted her, and she couldn’t even bear that?
“Emily, though we haven’t met often, we are still engaged,” I said firmly.
“Don’t you think it’s going too far, not even letting me finish a sentence?”
Emily chuckled coldly.
“Too far?”
“What is there left to talk about between us?”
She cast me a scornful glance, full of disdain.
“Daniel, you don’t actually think I would ever marry you, do you?”
I inhaled deeply, fixing my gaze on her.
“So, from what you’re saying, you plan to break off our engagement?”
She tilted her head back and burst into laughter.
“Break up? Were we ever really together?”
“I don’t even consider you a friend, so what breakup is there to talk about? Stop dreaming.”
I had imagined that after rising to fame, Emily might deny our relationship. But I hadn’t expected her to be this ruthless.
The night before I left for the U.S., she had sworn that once I came back, we would marry.
Yet in just five years, she had turned her back so coldly.
It seemed the old saying was right— the prettier the woman, the more deceptive she could be.
During my years abroad working in research, I had barely slept three hours a night, often skipping meals.
All for the sake of finishing the project sooner, so I could return and fulfill our promise.
But in the end, all I got was her dismissive, “I don’t even consider you a friend.”
What Emily forgot was this:
No matter how many awards an actress wins, at the end of the day, she’s still just a performer.
I don’t deny that celebrities have value.
As public figures, if they spread positive energy and inspire people, that’s admirable and worthy of respect.
But if their character is corrupt, they’re not far from being blacklisted.