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.

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

anymore! Drinking too much will cause me to develop

for everybody else, Wendy Xander? You should be flattered that Mr. Zygmunt here thought enough of your looks to invite you

can’t! Let go of me! I want

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

to! Let me

people.. How dare they bully

man in a white sweater who was

met by Bastien Scholl’s frown, but he

“Thanks.”

into a snarl, Natalie aimed a devastating kick right for the private room’s door which crashed onto the

of the doorway

inside with her right foot smarting but apart from a little unnaturalness about her gait, there was nothing on

louts, and there were even visible stains left behind by the alcohol

murder at the sight before

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