Chapter 37

As the old saying goes, some kings would choose beauty over their kingdom. Men have given up empires for women; what was a sister in comparison? It was a classic case of pillow talk politics.

This was Anna's fear as well. It was unlikely, but she couldn't be sure. She wouldn't let anyone bully Maggie. Her hands tightened on the steering wheel, and her foot pressed down on the accelerator.

The private elevator shot straight up to the thirtieth floor without stopping. Hannah stormed down the hallway to the office she remembered and threw open the door.

When she saw that the only person in the massive office was a young woman lounging in the CEO's chair, her anger erupted. "You're the one who kept Theo from coming to see me, aren't you?"

Marguerite sat up and recognized the woman in the doorway. She nodded calmly. "Yes, I am."

Hannah was furious. She strode into the room and took a closer look at Marguerite, which only made her angrier. The girl was flawless, with the kind of perfect beauty that held up even under close scrutiny. She wasn't wearing a speck of makeup, her skin glowing with a youthful radiance. She couldn't have been more than seventeen or eighteen.

What a liar, Hannah thought. There's no way she's his sister.

Hannah took a deep breath and narrowed her eyes. "What gives you the right to keep him from me? You're the other woman, you know that?"

Marguerite's eyes widened, and she let out a short, incredulous laugh. "I'm the what, now?"

Hannah scowled. "Don't play dumb with me. I'm warning you, back off now, or you'll regret it."

Marguerite tilted her head, a flicker of amusement in her eyes. "And how, exactly, are you going to make me regret it?"

Hannah took off her sunglasses and marched over to the desk, trying to pull Marguerite out of the chair. She didn't budge. After a moment of awkwardness, Hannah stood over her, looking down her nose at the seated girl. "You know who I am. You know how many fans have were to expose you, I think you know what would happen."

Marguerite looked up at her and blinked. "Oh, so you're going to get your fans to cyberbully me."

Hannah crossed her arms. "As long as you understand. Now, while I'm still feeling generous, I suggest you walk away."

Marguerite leaned back in the chair. "Wow, I'm so scared."

Hannah was speechless. That did not look like tear. That looked like someone who would use an avalanche as a blanket Her breathing grew shallow. “Are you sure you want to go up against me? How long have you even known Theobald? I've known him for a whole year!"

Marguerite, who had been relaxing, sat up again. “I'm just curious. Don't you have a thing for Joshua? What's all this about?" The main female lead's love for the main

male lead was supposed to be unshakable. This didn't fit the script.

Hannah's expression changed. How did this woman know about her feelings for Joshua? She slammed her hand on the desk and stared at Marguerite That's none of your business. All you need to dois get away from Theobald. The bond Theo and I have is something you could never understand! He invested in my movie; he'd do anything for me! Even if you've already slept with him, he "

Slap!

Marguerite shot up and struck Hannah across the face.

Hannah stood frozen, a fiery sting spreading across her cheek. Tears sprang to her eyes involuntarily. "You... you hit me?"

Just then, the office door swung open again. Hannah turned and saw Theobald. Her tears immediately began to flow in earnest. She clutched her cheek, her voice breaking into a sob. "Theo, she hit me! W-w-what did I do?"