Chapter 250 Mr. Brown Hides a Beauty in a Golden House?
She had just started to make a name for herself on that variety show, and the regular cast member realized their position was at risk, so they started frantically paying for articles to smear her.
It's just a variety show, is it really necessary?
Making such a big fuss over it.
"That escape room show only has one female regular cast member. The director wanted to invite me to join as a regular, and she probably panicked, thinking her spot was in danger, so she started attacking me."
"You don't care?"
"I don't care! Like I haven't been attacked by plenty of people before?"
William: ........... She really doesn't worry about anything.
William casually placed the iPad on the nightstand and looked at Thalia: "How long are you planning to mess around at that vanity table?"
Thalia's intentions were exposed by William. The moment William said something so inconsiderate of her wellbeing, she shuddered and carefully turned to look at him pleadingly: "Can I have the night off?"
"You said the same thing last night, Thalia. Are you unhappy with me?"
Was Thalia starting to make excuses to brush him off?
"It's not that, it's just that I just got back from recording the show, I'm tired."
William leaned against the bed, arms crossed over his pajamas, looking at her: "The day before the show you said you didn't want to sleep with me because you needed to save your energy. After the show you say you're tired. Are you sure you were at the show and not out there fooling around behind my back?"
Before Thalia could argue back, William added coolly: "Didn't you say it yourself? When a kid doesn't want to eat, it's basically because they already ate outside."
Thalia: ......... "Bullshit, that saying is about you men."
"Is it?" The man raised an eyebrow: "Why are we doing gender wars now?"
"Your choice - do you come up here yourself, or do I drag you up here?"
He was totally the type to only care about his own comfort without caring if others lived or died.
Thalia reluctantly climbed onto the bed while muttering: "Let's set a schedule! Even capitalists can't exploit their workers every day, right?"
"Is intimacy between husband and wife like going to work for you?"
"It can only be called work if you're willing."
William grabbed Thalia's arm, looked at her resentful little face, suppressed his amusement and said: "So, Mrs. Brown is trying to tell me....... that you don't want to sleep with me?"
Thalia: .........
When a man who usually holds back gets going, women really don't stand a chance.
...........
Early the next morning, while Thalia was still catching up on sleep, Layla called.
"Did you ask your mom to handle the smear campaign?"
"No."
"All the negative stuff about you online disappeared overnight without a trace. If it wasn't your mom, was it William?"
"My mom doesn't have that kind of power." Grace knew people in that area, but she wasn't that well-connected.
"Then it must be Mr. Brown?"
"Probably."
"Mr. Brown does have a conscience after all."
"Remember to come over at noon for makeup and the magazine shoot, don't forget."
"I'm so tired, I don't want to do it."
Layla took a sip of coffee and encouraged Thalia: "Did you forget what you said?"
"Work hard today, eight male models tomorrow." She could forget anything but not that line!
How could she forget!
"How many male models?" William, wearing a proper suit and carrying breakfast, was coming upstairs. He had originally wanted to bring Thalia breakfast since he'd worn her out so much last night, but as soon as he pushed open the door to the sitting room, he heard Thalia's bold declaration.
"You didn't go to work?" Was fate trying to kill her?
Last night William had warned her while they were making love not to keep thinking about all sorts of other things.
And this morning he caught her.
This was going to be the death of her.
"Eight male models? Mrs. Brown has quite an appetite. You tell me to my face you want a break, but behind my back you're looking for eight male models? You're playing me, aren't you?" William closed the door, placed the light breakfast on the nightstand, and sat on the edge of the bed looking at Thalia.
Thalia pulled her neck into the covers.
But William pulled her back out.
"Just talking! Don't take it so seriously!"
"Aren't you going to the office today?"
William didn't have time to argue with her. There was a meeting waiting for him downstairs. The reason he came up was because he was worried Thalia would carelessly rush downstairs in a tank top again, making everyone uncomfortable.
"Having a breakfast meeting, there are guests downstairs. If you don't want to go down, just use the intercom. If you need anything, have Fallon bring it up to you."
No wonder!
She was wondering why William was wearing a suit when he hadn't left the house - turns out he was having a meeting at home.
"What time will it end? If I go down, won't they know we're married?"
William's face darkened. He couldn't stand hearing Thalia say things like that.
William stared at Thalia with a dark expression, and only after a long moment did he speak: "Whatever makes you happy."
"Why so angry?" She muttered as she watched William leave the bedroom.
Downstairs, the dining table was full of people. A buffet-style breakfast was set up behind everyone. William's business interests were extensive - besides the law firm that Angelina now ran, he also had industries in pharmaceuticals, real estate, consumer goods, hotels, and more.
Over a dozen executives in suits watched as William personally carried a tray upstairs.
Everyone's eyes turned to Angelina in unison: "Ms. Jolie? Is Mr. Brown... keeping someone on the side?"
In the past, company breakfast meetings were usually held at hotels. This was the first time at William's private residence, and this residence was extremely private - you even needed facial recognition to get in. Not only that, but the mansion inside and out gave off the vibe of having a lady of the house, making it hard not to wonder.
If news broke that Emerald City's new elite was secretly married, the Celestia Group's stock would probably fluctuate.
Angelina took a sip of coffee: "Mr. Brown has never liked people discussing his private affairs. What you're all curious about is what I'm curious about too."
She wasn't stupid. William hadn't publicly announced his marriage, so if she said something first, with William's petty personality, wouldn't he throw her out?
Angelina's words left the executives looking at each other.
And the servants standing by didn't dare say a word.
The murmuring stopped as William came downstairs.
William sensed something was off and asked: "What's wrong?"
One executive really wanted to know the answer and boldly spoke up: "Is Mr. Brown about to have good news?"
William didn't think much about it, but answered indirectly: "Is the breakfast to your liking?"
William's non-answer was an answer in itself, and everyone was smart enough to vaguely understand what he meant. Now, everyone was curious about who William's wife was.
Angelina watched everyone's speculative faces. She picked up her phone from the table and took a call. When she returned, she leaned down and whispered in William's ear: "Brian says someone's at the office looking for you."