Mynovel Chapter 182: Happy Saturday
Chapter 182: Happy Saturday
Sebastian Sinclair issued a warning. "Mrs. Upton, our second young master has passed away. His relationship with Miss Upton has naturally come to an end, and her affairs have nothing to do with our eldest young master.
"If Miss Upton had refrained from stirring up trouble, the Sinclair Family wouldn’t have minded looking after her. But now, her very presence is severely disrupting our eldest young master’s life. I must ask you, Mrs. Upton, to keep your daughter in line."
Having delivered his harsh words, Sebastian Sinclair left with his men, leaving a disheveled Rosalie Upton standing in the vast, empty hall, weeping quietly.
Mrs. Upton was so furious she swayed on her feet. ’My good name... completely ruined by this daughter of mine.’
But what could be done? Her daughter’s mind had snapped from the shock of the second Sinclair son’s death. It was simply impossible to reason with her about certain things.
"Someone! Go bring Miss Upton’s luggage down! Mr. Bell, book her a plane ticket and have the driver get ready. I will take her to the airport myself this time."
Rosalie Upton panicked. "Mom, I’m not going!"
"It’s not up to you! If you keep causing scenes like this, the relationship between our two families will be ruined. You may not care about the consequences, but your father still wants to maintain a good relationship with the Sinclairs. Sending you abroad is for the best right now. Otherwise, if you truly anger the Sinclair family, none of us will have an easy time of it!"
"Mom, I’m begging you, please don’t send me back. I just want to be by Aiden’s side! I can’t bear to live another day without him!"
Mrs. Upton steeled her heart. "But he’s already dead! Don’t you understand?"
Rosalie Upton’s face filled with disbelief. She waved her hands frantically. "No, no! Mom, you’re lying! He’s alive and well!"
Then she started frantically pulling at her hair, descending into a frenzy and muttering, "How could he be dead? How could he die? You’re all lying to me! All of you are lying to me!"
"Enough! Stop this scene! Rosalie, give it up! Stop living in a fantasy! Eric Sinclair is dead! He’s never coming back!"
The words truly set Rosalie Upton off. A savage expression twisted her features. "Mom, Aiden is perfectly fine! I won’t let you talk about him like that!"
Mrs. Upton was pushed past her limit. She raised her hand and slapped her daughter hard across the face. "Wake up! It’s been five years! That’s enough! Eric Sinclair is dead! Dead! Now, let’s go. You’re coming to the airport with me, and I’m personally seeing you off! If I let you carry on like this, the Upton Family itself might be finished!"
Rosalie Upton clutched her face, staring at Mrs. Upton in disbelief. "Mom, are you afraid the Sinclairs will retaliate against our family? They won’t! The Sinclairs would never do that!"
’That man promised Aiden he would take good care of me, and that he’d look after the Upton Family’s business too.’
Mrs. Upton raged, "Do you think the Upton Family is the same as it was five years ago? Do you think the Sinclair Family is the same? No amount of goodwill can withstand this constant drama! If you pull a stunt like this one or two more times, who knows what that lunatic from the Sinclair family will do!"
Because of the commotion Sebastian Sinclair and his men had caused, the Upton family’s servants had all poked their heads out and then scurried away to hide. Now, only the mother and daughter, along with Butler Dawson, were left in the living room.
Rosalie Upton suddenly burst into a neurotic laugh. "Mom, they won’t. The Sinclairs won’t move against the Upton Family. Do you really think I’d come back without being fully prepared? I’m holding a trump card, you know."
...
The next afternoon, at one o’clock, Rocco came to the apartment to pick up Riley Perry and take her to Dragonspire Television for a show taping.
Happy Saturday was Dragonspire Television’s flagship variety show. Since its debut, it had featured a countless number of celebrities. One of the two hosts was Quentin Quinlan, a Golden Microphone Award winner with an immense circle of friends, reputed to be the most well-connected host in the industry.
The other host was Corinne Caldwell. She had been a show host for Meridian Broadcasting Company for seven years and had won the Gold Medal Host Award.
When Meridian Broadcasting Company underwent restructuring, she resigned and moved to Dragonspire TV. From then on, her career took off—she filmed commercials, acted in movies, and even worked as a model. Her level of fame was comparable to an A-list star, and she had an exceptionally affable personality.
The show the two of them hosted was lighthearted and humorous, and its ratings were consistently top-tier among similar programs.
This was the main reason why Immortal Demon Tribulation chose Happy Saturday as the first stop for its promotional tour.
Riley Perry arrived at the taping hall early and was led to a dressing room by a staff member. Once her makeup was done, she saw that someone else was already there: Wendy Carr, the actress playing the third female lead. Wendy had a striking, handsome look about her. Her family owned a martial arts school, and she had trained since childhood, making her one of the more skilled performers in the world of action stars.
The other woman was almost finished with her makeup, so she must have arrived even earlier than Riley. They hadn’t interacted much on set, but their relationship was amicable. They greeted each other naturally and chatted for a bit.
Soon, the other guests began to arrive.
"*Flora*! Long time no see!"
Felix Sherman walked over with a smile. "You little rascal, you even know how to say ’long time no see’? You never contact me usually. But then again, you’ve been busy lately, so it’s understandable."
Jason Carter stood up and greeted Felix Sherman shyly. "Chase, have a seat, have a seat. Don’t be so formal," Felix said.
The three of them had barely exchanged a few words when the other two guests arrived.
The look Simon Ford gave Riley Perry was strange. Riley couldn’t help but frown. ’Why is this guy looking at me like that?’
Samuel Hughes, who entered a step behind, was still exceptionally handsome. He wore a faint smile, but his naturally passionate eyes held not a trace of emotion. He seemed even more unapproachable than he had been over half a month ago. The aura around him was so cold that even his assistant kept a wide berth, not daring to get close.
Riley Perry gave a polite nod and then went back to her idle chat with Felix Sherman and Wendy Carr.
The two men sat together. At first, Simon Ford tried to make small talk with Samuel Hughes, but he was so put off by the other’s icy demeanor that he was left with nothing to say and simply went quiet.
About ten minutes later, Director Miles arrived. A member of the production team came in to go over the show’s rundown, and the two hosts popped in to say hello. It turned out Top Host Preston harbored a dream of acting, and Ms. Caldwell was a fan of Samuel Hughes.
The taping officially began at three in the afternoon.
The hosts first introduced the guests for this episode and called on everyone to go to the theaters on the 15th to support Immortal Demon Tribulation.
The fans in the audience erupted in deafening cheers. Most of them were Samuel Hughes’s fans, and since Samuel was famous for his dislike of variety shows, no one could contain their excitement at being able to see their idol here.
The cheering didn’t die down for a long while. Then, it was time for Samuel Hughes to perform the movie’s theme song.
Riley Perry was surprised. ’He’s actually a really good singer.’
Director Miles, who was beside her, said with a sigh of regret, "Ah, Samuel... he’s a pop superstar whose career was sidetracked by acting! He originally entered the industry as a singer, but the results of a variety show he was on were rigged. In a fit of pique, he switched to acting and unexpectedly shot to fame with a low-budget film, eventually becoming a Best Actor King."
Riley Perry nodded. Samuel Hughes’s voice was rich with emotion and had a powerful storytelling quality. His vocal tone was also gorgeous, and when he sang songs in the traditional style, his voice carried an ethereal quality. ’If he released an album,’ Riley thought, ’I’d definitely buy a copy. Okay, maybe two at most. One to listen to, and one to collect.’