Dauntless God Of War

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Lacie was supposed to be the celebrity representing the company at the Fields family's party.

To her dismay, Craig had switched her out that afternoon and given the opportunity to Marilyn.

Although she had no urgent need for the appearance fee, the fact that her resources had been taken away by someone upset her terribly.

“Don't be mad, Lacie. It's just a cocktail party, and the appearance fee isn't much. We have no need for it.”

Kornel did not just look like a sissy, he even spoke like one.

If he were to put on women's clothes, coupled with his feminine actions and way of speaking, most people would not realize he was a man.

“This is not a problem about the amount of the appearance fee. It's the fact that the b*tch is becoming more powerful than me. If this continues, I'll surely be crushed by her. This is unacceptable. I must find a way to bring her down. I must show her how powerful I am.” Lacie gritted her teeth; her face twisted in anger.

“Do you have a plan already?” Kornel asked curiously when he noticed her expression.

“It's not exactly a good plan. Isn't that woman having an affair with Mr. McGowan? Since she's so skilled at seducing men, I'll let her be riddled with scandals and get banned from the entertainment industry for the rest of her life. Here's the plan. I need you to find me a reporter to take pictures of her when she fools around with her date at the party.” A ruthless look gleamed in Lacie's eyes as she revealed her plan.

Kornel's jaw dropped as soon as he heard her words. “Uh... I don't think that's a good idea.”

What's wrong with her? Is she going through menopause already?

Noting the shock on his face, Lacie uttered unhappily, ”What's wrong? Are you afraid? Listen here. Everything you have now is all thanks to me. Things won't end well for you if I get blacklisted.”

“Who says I'm afraid of such things? I'm ready to risk everything too. I'll go look for a suitable reporter this instant,” Kornel hissed, then walked out to make the necessary arrangements.

Lacie's lips curled into a smirk when she saw that. She then poured herself a glass of wine as an early celebration for tomorrow's victory.

The night passed peacefully.

Harold had kept Isabella's instructions in mind.

Early that morning, he had searched through his wardrobe and sent the suit he had not worn for the past five years to the dry cleaners.

At six o'clock in the evening, Marilyn was still putting on her makeup at home while Harold had arrived early at the entrance of Grandeur Hotel.

To his surprise, he met Jose, who was greeting the guests at the entrance.