the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 213: The First Time Someone Tried to Force a Green Hat on Nanyang Li Shao

Chapter 213: Chapter 213: The First Time Someone Tried to Force a Green Hat on Nanyang Li Shao

Kyla Zamora noticed and quickly chuckled twice, saying, "Oh, Delphine just heard Director Grant and the producer were here, so she came up to say hello. She’s introverted, don’t let her dampen the mood."

Kyla’s words were tactful, skirting overt refusal but sending a clear signal.

Director Grant glanced at the producer, a flicker of disdain crossing his eyes. He nodded at Delphine and smiled warmly, "A couple of days ago, Director Hughes gave me a call. He spoke highly of you and expressed his hope to collaborate with Miss Carter someday."

During their call, Theodore Hughes made a subtle hint that Delphine Carter had formidable backing. This was why Director Grant hadn’t walked away despite the producer’s obsequiousness.

This pathetic fat man was due for someone to teach him a lesson.

"Indeed, we’re currently preparing for a female-led historical drama. I wonder if Miss Carter might be interested?"

The producer immediately cast a lewd gaze, dangling the bait as he appraised Delphine from head to toe.

This tactic had always worked wonders on aspiring actresses eager for fame.

"Executive Jiang, didn’t you promise me a role?" The young actress beside the producer whined coquettishly, throwing several envious glances at Delphine.

Delphine’s expression turned slightly cold under the producer’s unabashedly predatory stare. Her gaze dropped, her demeanor growing more aloof.

"That sounds great! We’ll definitely find time to sit down and discuss it." Kyla Zamora, her voice high-pitched and insincere, interjected with a forced smile.

"Why wait? Miss Carter is here now." The producer, unable to resist his urges, stood up and attempted to approach Delphine with ill intent.

"Tonight won’t work. Delphine has other engagements. We can certainly arrange a time later for a proper discussion." Without a trace of hesitation, Kyla Zamora blocked his path with deliberate calm, her lips curling into an unseen sneer. What a disgusting excuse for a producer; nothing more than a shameless pervert.

The portly producer’s face turned sour on the spot. Slamming the table, he shouted, "What, are you not giving me face?"

The forceful slap of his hand against the table was loud and jarring, instantly plunging the room into an awkward silence.

Director Grant coughed lightly, attempting to mediate, "Executive Jiang, perhaps Miss Carter truly has prior commitments tonight."

Were it not for the powerful connections behind this portly man, Director Grant would have undermined him from the outset. When the team initially prepared to shoot *The Official Daughter’s Wish*, roles were clearly allocated, and casting choices were strictly the director’s domain. Ambrose River, who had wormed his way into a co-producer title via connections, held no real authority to decide who played the lead.

"Miss Carter, you have two options tonight. Either you walk out that door or come over here and drink this cup of wine, and I’ll let go of the attitude you’ve shown me." The fat producer mixed red wine with cocktail liquor, filling the glass to the brim. Squinting his beady eyes, he issued the blatant threat with an air of bravado.

This wasn’t the first time the man had wielded this tactic within the Entertainment Sector to crush independent-minded actresses. His threat now was utterly unbridled.

Delphine smiled faintly, a rare reaction. Her usual demeanor was cool and reserved, but her smile now shone like moonlight reflecting off a winter river, leaving everyone in the room momentarily entranced.

Kyla Zamora sneered in sheer disbelief. It was her first time witnessing someone flaunt their lust so unabashedly. And to try pulling this stunt here in South Asia? The audacity to think they could humiliate a fiercely connected man like Lyric Shaw.

"I hear Executive Jiang is from the Imperial City?" Delphine spoke icy and detached. "Mind sharing which distinguished family you hail from?"

In the private room, the atmosphere shifted instantly. Everyone’s gaze on Delphine changed as tension mounted.

Meanwhile, outside the room, Easton strode in, accompanied by towering bodyguards from Cloud Summit, who silently stationed themselves behind Delphine.

The fat producer knew he had encountered someone formidable, yet he didn’t falter. Before arriving today, someone had assured him, "She’s just an actress — make her disappear, and nothing will come of it." That someone, no less, was a descendant from a prestigious family in South Asia.

The producer let out a cold chuckle, feigning poise as he retorted, "From the Shaw Family in Imperial City. I wonder if Miss Carter has heard of it?"

Inside the private room, the younger, less experienced individuals looked baffled, while Director Grant’s face noticeably shifted. If it really was the Shaw Family from Imperial City, then Miss Carter might indeed fall victim to the fat producer’s machinations.