Chapter 36. Raphael Gets Jealous of Jason
Raphael's gaze settled on the actress in the blue gown as he asked coldly, "I invested in this film. Do I need your permission to supervise it?"
The actress hastily replied, "No, no, no, Mr. Wulfhart, I didn’t mean that, please don’t misunderstand…”
“What did you just say Jacintha and Jason were doing in the dressing room?” Raphael cut her off sharply, his brows furrowing as his deep blue eyes turned frighteningly cold.
The actress stammered, “N-nothing… Jason just came to visit the set today and celebrate Jacintha’s birthday.”
Raphael’s eyes darkened. “The two of them are alone in the dressing room?”
The actress nodded. “Yes, that’s right.”
Raphael’s expression turned grim. He ordered his assistant, “Tell the director to fire these actors. They’d make better reporters than performers.”
At those words, the faces of the other actors turned pale.
The actress, adorned in jewelry, eyes red with tears, pleaded pitifully, “Mr. Wulfhart, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have spoken carelessly, please give me another chance…”
She had struggled tremendously to land this role through her manager. This film was being shot by a renowned directing team in the entertainment industry. Any film produced by them was bound to become popular. Even a minor role in their production could elevate an actor’s status.
But no matter how desperately she cried, Raphael remained unmoved. He walked away coldly. At his side were two bodyguards - Beta wolves of the pack and among the strongest fighters in Wulfhart. When the actress tried to rush forward and grab Raphael’s hand, one of the bodyguards lifted her up like a chick and dragged her out.
This time, Raphael had come to supervise the production without notice, hoping to surprise Sharon. Who would have thought that the moment he stepped into the studio, he'd hear someone gossiping about Jacintha and Jason doing shady things in the dressing room!
Sharon was in her private lounge at the studio, but Raphael didn’t go to her. Instead, he headed straight for the dressing room.
The makeup room door was ajar, and inside, Jason’s gentle voice could be heard. "Tonight, after you finish filming your scene, I’ll come pick you up. I’ve reserved a table at an Italian restaurant to celebrate your birthday..."
Raphael had only heard that much when a sudden wave of inexplicable anger surged within him. He abruptly pushed the door open. Jacintha and Jason simultaneously turned to look toward the entrance. Raphael's gaze locked onto them, his blue eyes darkening, cold, sharp, and stormy.
He saw Jacintha sitting in front of the vanity mirror, holding a script in her hand. In front of her was a birthday cake. Jason was seated next to her, one arm resting casually behind her chair, looking entirely at ease.
From Raphael’s angle, their posture appeared extremely intimate. Almost as if Jason was holding Jacintha in his arms.
"What are you two doing in here?" Raphael’s expression was icy. He restrained his anger as he strode over to Jason and grabbed him by the collar.
His grip was strong enough that Jason nearly stumbled to the floor.
"Raphael, what’s got you so worked up? I didn’t lay a finger on your sugar baby. I was just planning to take her out for a meal..."
"This is a film set, a workplace, not a place for you to fool around! I’ve invested billions into this movie. If you cause chaos here and ruin the work environment for everyone, I will absolutely not let it slide!"
Jason was dumbfounded by Raphael’s sudden outburst, as though struck by a thunderclap. He was momentarily unable to react and even wondered if Raphael was having one of his manic episodes again.
Though they were only cousins, they had grown up and fought alongside each other. No matter how much trouble Jason had stirred up in the past, Raphael had never been this stern with him.
Jason mumbled inwardly, glanced at Jacintha, then turned back to Raphael’s shadowed face. "Raphael, what’s wrong with you today? Are you in a bad mood or something?"
Raphael’s expression shifted slightly, as if realizing that his emotions had gotten out of hand. His tone softened a bit. "I just don’t want to hear any negative news about you on the first day of filming this new movie."
"Then rest assured, I won’t do anything foolish." Jason chuckled, unfazed by Raphael. "I’m now a loyal fan of Jacintha, so what’s so strange about me throwing a birthday party for my idol?"
Though Jason’s words sounded playful, they came from a place of sincerity. Ever since he saw Jacintha’s photos on social media, he had been captivated by her beauty to the point of spending over two weeks watching every role she’d ever played.
When he found out today was the opening ceremony for The Crimson Crown, and it also happened to be Jacintha’s birthday, Jason brought a cake to the studio, hoping to get a chance to meet her.
He was shameless, spoke bluntly, had no pretenses, and certainly didn’t act arrogant like other rich kids. That’s why, after chatting for a while, Jacintha finally added his number to her contacts and promised to reply to his messages.
But just as he was inviting Jacintha to dinner, Raphael suddenly showed up and ruined his plan.
Jason scowled. "Raphael, couldn’t you have shown up a few minutes later? Jacintha and I were having such a great conversation. That was really rude of you."
Hearing Jason constantly mention Jacintha in such a familiar tone only fueled Raphael’s growing anger. His eyes rested on Jacintha, who was still bowing her head over the script, reading as if he were invisible.
Jason kept grumbling about the interrupted conversation, making Raphael’s expression even darker. He glared at Jason coldly. "You’d better get out. Now."
Jason blinked in confusion. "Raphael, I don’t want to! I want to keep talking to her..."
But in the very next second, Raphael’s bodyguards dragged him out of the dressing room. Silence fell instantly, broken only by the soft rustle of Jacintha turning the pages of her script.
Raphael stared at her for a long moment before suddenly gripping her chin and speaking coldly, "Since when did you start getting close to Jason?"