A Cue For Love

A Cue for Love Chapter 471

Who Is The Dirtier One

Natalie affirmed that with a smile and a nod.

“I like her, but I’ve no plans to confess my feelings for her at the moment. Having been in the business for so many years, I know my own emotional boundaries. But that may not be the case for her.”

Lucas took a sip of alcohol before he continued, “This is her first production, so I’m concerned whether her fondness for me could be an extension of the feelings she developed whilst in her role. That’s why I’m thinking about waiting for another half a year before I approach her.”

Lucas’ thoughtfulness toward Wendy set Natalie’s mind at ease.

“I was right about you, Lucas.”

“You’ve always had a good eye for people, Ms. Nichols.” Lucas set down his glass and shifted his gaze onto her. “Wendy’s a very talented actress, making it only a matter of time before she establishes herself in the industry.”

“Hopefully so.”

After Natalie finished the glass she had on hand, she, too, got up to go to the restroom.

she was passing by another private room, she heard a man’s lascivious words emanating from the inside.

Drinking too much will cause me to

think starring in the first production in your career makes you too good for everybody else, Wendy Xander? You should be flattered that Mr. Zygmunt here thought enough of your looks to invite you over for a few drinks, so don’t try to push your

Let go of me! I want to

a newbie like you could snag a starring role all without having attended a single lesson in acting, and has managed to do so while also keeping her nose clean? I bet you must have slept with more than your fair number of wealthy investors along the way, haven’t you? Keep us company tonight, and we’ll guarantee that you’ll be the lead actress in your next production

to! Let me

How dare they bully

damage, Natalie smiled apologetically at a man in a white sweater who was passing by. “Sorry,

frown, but

“Thanks.”

kick right for the private room’s door which crashed onto the floor with a resounding

of the doorway and

little unnaturalness about her gait, there was nothing on her

left disheveled by those louts, and there were even visible stains left behind by the alcohol that was spilled

eyes screamed murder at the sight

Gerik Zygmunt. With his grizzled-maned and gold-rimmed spectacles, he was the archetype of