MainNovelChapter 203 Clarence was thirty now. He'd set his sights on Innocent as his ticket back into the spotlight-one last brilliant performance, a shot at an award, and then he could bow out of the industry for good. It would be the perfect ending to his career.
Seraphina, meanwhile, was the darling of the tabloids, beloved on social media but still without a single breakout role to her name. Desperate to land the lead in Innocent, she'd swallowed her pride and done the unthinkable: spent the night with the company's CEO. If she didn't get this part, that humiliation would have been for nothing. Now, the three of them stared expectantly at Citrine, waiting for her to give in.
Everyone assumed she'd cave-after all, Eclipse Studios practically ran Hollywood in Havencrest, and nobody wanted to cross them. But Citrine's next words caught them all off guard.
"I've already given you a chance. Don't waste your time. As of now, our contract is over." Her gaze was icy as she looked at Fowler, her tone resolute.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Obsidian, are you sure?" Fowler pressed, his patience fraying. "You're breaking the contract. You'll have to pay the penalty." Fowler was a respected director in the industry, and he'd tried every angle to talk her around. But Citrine showed him no deference; his genial expression was slowly giving way to something much darker.
"I'm willing to pay." Citrine met his brooding eyes, calm and unyielding.
"That's a million dollars," Fowler snapped, eyes wide.
Citrine let out a soft, almost amused laugh. "Even if it were ten million, I'd still pay," she replied coolly.
Clarence and Seraphina both blanched, the color draining from their faces. They'd assumed Citrine, being so young, would be intimidated by Eclipse Studios' power. They never expected her to stand her ground like this.
Just then, Fowler began to laugh—a cold, mirthless sound.
"You've got quite a mouth for someone your age," he sneered. "If you break your contract with Eclipse, I promise you: no one in town will dare touch the film rights for Innocent." His narrowed eyes glinted with menace, the threat in his words unmistakable.
Citrine arched an eyebrow, her eyes flashing. Her voice dropped. "Director Fowler, you really don't have to worry about that. I'd rather see the rights rot than sell them to Eclipse Studios." With that, Citrine and Edith turned and walked away from the set.
Citrine's expression never changed, not for a moment-not a flicker of concern.
Edith followed anxiously behind her, nerves twisting in her stomach. She couldn't hold it in any longer.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Citrine, are you really not going to sell the rights?" "I am," Citrine answered casually.
"But now you've crossed Eclipse. Who else would dare buy the rights to Innocent? What do we do now?" Edith was on edge, regretting ever having sold the rights to Apocalypse Productions in the first place.
She was a bundle of nerves, practically pacing, while Citrine seemed as calm as ever.
"Aren't you worried at all?" Edith blurted out. With Citrine's serenen expression, Edith couldn't decide whether to admire her composure or panic on her behalf. "Relax." Citrine gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry. I already have a stuin mind." Edith's eyes lit up with hope. "Which one?"
"Not just yet. You'll know in a month." Citrine smiled, keeping the nto herself after all, the company didn't En.
even exist yet. "What?" Edith's shoulders slumped. "You're not just trying to makefeel better, are you?"
"I'm not. Trust me—just wait a month. I promise you won't be disappointed." Citrine's tone was steady and certain, her confidence unwavering.
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