Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart

Chelsea had no idea why Edmund suddenly wanted to choose a wedding dress. Nonetheless, it upset her.

Her face was void of any emotion. She just sat there and looked out of the window.

The reason why she maintained an expressionless face was that she didn't want to keep thinking about their past. Holding the grudge only made her sadder.

The ride back to the hotel was a quiet one. None of them said a word to each other. When they walked into the hotel lobby, they saw Diane and Gerry waiting there.

Although they pretended to be having coffee and chatting leisurely, they constantly looked at the entrance. It was obvious they were growing anxious.

Once Gerry saw Chelsea and Edmund, he sprang to his feet and walked over. "Where have you two been? What took you so long?"

Gerry stared at them intently. He didn't want to miss any emotion on their faces.

With a sneer, Edmund put his arm around Chelsea's waist and said, "We went on a date!"

Chelsea's eyes widened immediately.

How could he say that? Was this a trick to get on these connivers' nerves? Anyway, did he have to hold her in this manner?

Gerry's jaw dropped at this moment. He was too stunned to speak.

Never did it cross his mind that they had something going on.

Although Edmund had supported Chelsea during that incident in the past, Gerry thought it was only because he and the assistant director had gone too far.

But it seemed not to be the case now.

Diane, who had heard that statement, was so furious. Her face turned red.

She didn't expect Edmund to fall in love with Chelsea. This was someone he used to hate with every fiber of his being. Why the hell did he fall in love with her now?

The two allies stared at the exes for a long time. Edmund scoffed and left, still holding Chelsea around her waist.

It wasn't until they went out of sight that Diane finally regained her senses. She remembered that she hadn't criticized Chelsea as they planned. She stamped her feet and grunted loudly.

Turning to Gerry, she yelled, "Snap out of it, you idiot! Why are you gawking like a moron? Can't you say something?"

Gerry came to his senses and apologized. "I'm sorry, Miss Stevenson. What happened just now took me by surprise."

When he saw that Diane looked angry rather than surprised, he asked, "Aren't you surprised that they are close?"

"Why should I be? There's nothing surprising about that. Chelsea is a whore. Although she acts as if she's a pure angel, she's actually a bitch who jumps from one man's bed to the other!" Diane remarked crossly.

She bad-mouthed Chelsea deliberately. Unbeknownst to Gerry, Chelsea was actually Edmund's ex-wife.

He snapped his fingers and seconded her, "You are right, Miss Stevenson. I think she also dated Orlando once. And now she's with Mr. Nelson. What a whore!"

With a sullen face, Diane went back to the sofa she previously sat on. She then inquired, "What do you think is on Roy's mind since he asked for another test?"

Gerry was a dubious man who had no intentions to work for what he wanted anymore. "It doesn't matter what he's thinking. What matters now is spoiling Chelsea's chances of working on the project. We just have to steal whatever she writes. And then, we are good to go! It will be easy to end her career. The only script she has written single-handedly is that of the play, The Crown. The project hasn't been released yet, so she doesn't have the much-needed clout. Why would Roy choose someone like that?"

Diane nodded thoughtfully. The tension in her chest eased up a bit. "Speaking of the script for The Crown, we need to act fast since we already have the draft that bitch wrote."

If they could shoot the play and release it first, Luka and Chelsea would be accused of plagiarism. They wouldn't be able to stand the storm that would come for them!

"That's a good idea! Actually, I have already asked someone to revise the script. It will be ready soonest," Garry responded immediately.

They had got the script from Chelsea's computer. To avoid suspicions, Gerry gave it to someone to put finishing touches to it.