Chapter 25

"John, blacklist this woman, now!" Henry's voice was low and commanding.

Everyone was stunned. Natalie must've really pissed Henry off! 

Beckett was scared out of his mind. He knew Henry made this harsh call just because Natalie had pointed at Zoey.

Henry didn't hesitate to blacklist a Best Actress winner just for Zoey. That was seriously scary.

Zoey was definitely not someone you wanted to mess with!

Natalie went pale, forgetting to even cry.

Her assistant suddenly screamed, pointing at her face. "Miss Davis, you've got red spots all over your face and neck, and your lips are swollen!"

Natalie felt the itchiness and fear crept into her eyes.

Joseph walked up to her. "If you don't have an antidote, you should head to the hospital now. You might save some of your face."

Natalie was in despair, muttering, "My life is ruined, completely ruined."

She started scratching her face with her long nails, leaving bloody marks. Her assistant tried to stop her but couldn't.

Zoey frowned and stepped forward, but Henry grabbed her hand. "Where are you going?"

"Knock her out. She's losing it. If we don't, she'll scratch her whole face off."

Zoey didn't hide her intention, but Henry still held her back.

He gave John a look.

John got the message and walked over to Natalie, giving her a disgusted glance before delivered a swift blow to her neck. Natalie collapsed to the ground.

John called the bodyguards to take Natalie and her assistant away, making sure they wouldn't be a problem anymore.

No one in the crew dared to speak up for Natalie. They didn't want to risk their lives.

Besides, Natalie brought this on herself. It was her own karma.

Henry didn't care about the crew's reactions. He just frowned and took off his suit jacket. "Your coat's wet. Take it off and wear mine."

Zoey had a sweater underneath, so it wasn't a big deal to take it off here.

But wearing Henry's suit felt a bit awkward.

"Isn't that inappropriate?" She almost said outright that she and Henry had no relationship, so how could she casually wear his coat? That's something only couples do.

"What's inappropriate? Do you want to make your fever worse? Hurry up and put it on. Once you're done, come home with me to rest."

Zoey's eyes widened. "Home? Whose home?"

She was so shocked she stuttered.

"Of course, my home. Who's gonna take care of you at your place? Besides, you don't want to stay with the crew, so go home and rest properly."

Zoey quickly said, "I've thought it through. I really like this movie, and I came back specifically for it. So I've decided to continue as the music supervisor. I'm not leaving."

She turned to Beckett. "Beckett, while we're still deciding on the new lead actress, we can go ahead and shoot the scenes with the male lead for now. I just got an injection and feel way better, so I'm ready to work."

Beckett smiled kindly. "Ms. Cavendish, we prepped for the lead actress's scenes this afternoon. We can't shoot the male lead's scenes right now. So, the crew's gonna be on a break."

"Also, finding a new lead actress isn't a quick job. It'll take a few days at least. You should go home and rest. You'll work better once you're over your cold."

Zoey was so mad her chest hurt. Beckett was quite a weathercock, changing his tune so fast.

It made her furious!

She immediately turned to Claire. "Your shoulder must be killing you. I'll go to the hospital with you. Come back home with me; I can't just leave you like this."

Claire waved her hand. "Zoey, my shoulder's not that bad. I feel much better now."

Henry looked at Joseph. "Take her friend to the hospital for proper treatment."

Joseph smiled and agreed readily. "No problem. Miss Johnson, let's go. I'll take you to get an X-ray."

Claire looked at Joseph's warm smile and couldn't help but smile back, following him obediently.

As she walked with Joseph, she waved to Zoey. "Zoey, I'm going to the hospital with Dr. Green. Don't worry about me. I'll go home after the check-up."

"Claire!"

Zoey could only reach out her hand but couldn't grab even a corner of her clothes.

That ungrateful Claire, ditching her for a handsome face at a critical moment.

Zoey turned around sulkily and looked at Henry cautiously. "Mr. Windsor, I don't sleep well in unfamiliar places. I'll have insomnia. I'd better go to my own home. Besides, you're so busy. If I disturb your rest, it'll mess up your important work."

Henry seemed to see right through her. "You have a fever. Do you think I'm the kind of person who takes advantage of others?"

Zoey's excuse was shot down, and she couldn't find another reason to refuse.

'Fine, let's go,' she thought. 'Henry, though unpredictable, has helped me more than once. He probably wouldn't harm me.'

Wearing Henry's suit, she obediently followed him into the car.

She didn't even look at the crew members who came out to see her off.

They were just a bunch of opportunists. If it weren't for the solid work of the film crew and the director's real talent and awards, she wouldn't have chosen to stay.

The driver was very quiet, almost unnoticeable.

Zoey sat on one side of the car, looking out the window. After a few minutes, she couldn't help but sneak a glance at Henry.

He was sitting on the other side, his posture lazy and elegant. His black silk shirt had one button undone, revealing a sexy collarbone that made Zoey's heart race.

If his eyes weren't closed, she wouldn't dare to keep looking.

Wait, there seemed to be a mole on his collarbone. The position of that mole looked familiar.

Just as Zoey was lost in thought, Henry's thin lips slightly parted. "Enjoying the view?"