Loving You In Secret

Chapter 221

Sheila curled her lips into a mocking smile. ‘I know my place. Just because he’s investing in a movie for me doesn’t mean I can do everything I want. If I challenge his limit, he’ll someday take back everything he’s given me.”

It was like a hard punch directly at Vicky’s heart.

‘That’s right. Tyler is a cool and heartless man. He’d make a person feel like he’s the world when he wants to be nice to that person, but everything can disappear into thin air once they infuriate him,’ Vicky thought.

It was the same for Sheila and her.

Feeling suffocated, Vicky silently walked away.

Sheila merely watched as she leave without intending to stop her.

The sky was already dark when Vicky was out of Neon Club. By then, she realized she had forgotten to say goodbye to Director Lumber, but she figured it did not matter much at this point. As Sheila’s old acquaintance was mighty enough for the producer to stop harassing her, no one else would probably have the audacity to say anything else.

She was trying to look for Cece, and she began fearing for the worst when the woman in question called her.

“Vicky, are you out? I’m already on my way back home.”

Vicky was taken aback by this. “Did anything happen?”

Cece explained in a hurry, “No, but…”

Before Cece could continue, a black car stopped beside Vicky. The window was wound down to show a handsome, indifferent face.

“Get in the car.” His voice was cold like the night breeze.

In the meantime, Cece, still on the phone, continued, “Mister Hart asked me to get going. He said you’ll be going back with him…”

“Okay. I got it,” Vicky answered. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

After she hung up the phone, she did not look at Tyler and was going to leave by going around his car.

The door abruptly opened as the lean man grabbed her wrist.

His cold voice was heard above her head. “Vicky Shaw, I’m asking you to get in the car.”

“Mister Hart, you waited for the wrong person.” Vicky’s expression was indifferent. ‘Miss Young is still in the club.”

“I didn’t wait for the wrong person.”

Tyler grabbed her wrist and wanted to pull her into the car, but Vicky struggled in reflex.

“Let go of me!”

She fought back vehemently, and Tyler struggled to get her into the car. At this point, many passersby saw them and cast odd glances at them.

Tyler’s gaze became cold. “Vicky, if you continue to make a fuss…”

“What are you going to do?” Vicky sneered. “Are you going to get some men to bully me? Are you going to use your power to stop me from working?”

He glared at her with his deep blue eyes.

Suddenly, he laughed. “Are you feeling sorry for yourself?”