Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart

After hanging up, Zuri quickly called Orlando, while Chelsea continued to hide in the bathroom.

Although she didn't want to have too much contact with Orlando for fear of implicating him, there was no other choice.

There was no other way of dealing with that skunk of an assistant director, and she couldn't offend them now.

Although Luka supported her, she was now in a stalemate with the investor, Edmund. If she continued to conflict with the director, Edmund would definitely make her pay for it in the name of public interest.

"Chelsea, I'll be there soon. Just hold on for a while." A message from Orlando popped up along with a shared pin of his location. Chelsea felt as if she could properly breathe again.

She needed to make more friends, that way she always had someone to ask for help when she was in trouble.

When Gerry called her, Chelsea was shocked, and her plan to hide out in the bathroom did seem like a good idea.

Chelsea took a look at Orlando's location and got a bit of hope. He would arrive soon and she could hold on until then. So Chelsea took a deep breath and returned to the private room.

But she didn't expect that as soon as she stepped into the room, the assistant director was standing in front of her blocking her way.

Chelsea took a few steps back and leaned against the wall. Her heart was pounding in her chest but she didn't let it show on her face. With a brief glance at Gerry, who was sitting there as if nothing was happening, Chelsea gritted her teeth and asked the assistant director, "What are you doing?"

"Why? Are you so nervous?" He approached her with a lustful sleazy smile. "Chelsea, let me get some benefits too. And I promise that script won't need to be changed at all."

Chelsea sneered, "If the script is good then it doesn't need to be changed. Besides, I didn't know that this is how you treat your female colleagues. I wonder what Mr. Pierce and Mr. Nelson will think of you when they find out."

The assistant director laughed arrogantly. "Why are you getting so personal? No matter what we do, someone will protect us."

Hearing this, Chelsea was confused and suspicious. Someone was protecting them? Who was it?

He continued, "This is the cruelty of life in this line of work. If you can't stand it, you can just quit."

"Get out of my way!" Chelsea said, gritting her teeth, and pushed the man away.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to be so feisty. I like it." The assistant director pressed Chelsea's hands above her head and tried to kiss her.

Before he could do it, Orlando pushed the door open and came in. Seeing what the assistant director was up to, he immediately punched him. The man was knocked to the ground from the force and a bruise was already forming on his face.

Chelsea was startled and hurried to pull Orlando away from him. "Stop! Don't hit him!"