EuropeNovelChapter 157 After hearing Nanette's explanation, Isadora finally realized there hadn't been a single mention online about last night —it was as if someone had deliberately buried the news.
Not that she was afraid of the world finding out about her and Victor. Given her complicated situation, though, she just didn't want to stir up unnecessary trouble.
Still, Isadora didn't dwell on it for long.
At that moment, Nanette's phone rang.
"How much? Five hundred dollars? Are you sure?" Nanette actually laughed, incredulous. "You do realize that just a couple years ago, I got fifty grand for half an hour at these ribbon-cutting gigs? Are you kidding me?" Who would have thought-a scandal! And not even a proven one. Just like that, years of grinding in the industry had gone to waste.
Now she'd have to pay back all those endorsement deals, cover all sorts of penalties.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEven the series she'd already filmed had been put on hold! Overnight, she'd plummeted from A-list celebrity to tabloid fodder.
Even Faye, her agent of several years, had abandoned her at the worst possible moment.
All that generosity-buying Faye a car, even a place to live-she'd nearly found her a husband! And for what? It was only after falling from grace that Nanette realized she'd been surrounded by snakes.
The person on the other end of the line didn't bother to sugarcoat things either.
"Con, princess. You really think you're still the star you used to be? Right now, people just want you to show up so they can gawk. Give it stime, and you'll be lucky if anyone offers you even five hundred." "So, yes or no? If you won't do it, I'll call someone else." Nanette thought of all the compensation payments stacking up. Swallowing her pride, she gritted her teeth. "Fine, fine, just tellwhen and where." After hanging up, she grabbed her milk tea off the table and finished it in one long, frustrated gulp.
But the sweet, smooth drink did nothing to ease the knot in her chest.
Isadora watched from the side, concern etched on her face.
"Nanette, is there anything I can do to help?" Nanette took a breath, forcing a smile. "Don't worry about me. I've got a tough skin. When I first started, I had nothing. A little scandal won't finishoff." But Isadora could see right through her bravado.
"I just worry about you. Maybe I can ask around, see if anyone can help clear this up." Even as an outsider to the entertainment industry, Isadora knew that, lately, every gossip headline had Nanette's nin it.
Every click led to the sthing: "Nanette, Get Out of Showbiz!" "Don't bother," Nanette said with a wave. "I can handle this myself. You're not even in the industry-what could you do, call in your prince charming?" She wasn't wrong. If Isadora could have helped, she wouldn't be standing by, watching Nanette get dragged through the mud.
Victor... he'd probably help if she asked.
Nanette caught her lost in thought, pretty brows furrowing. "Isadora, I know you mean well. I used to think you and Faye were the best people I had. Who knew Faye would run straight to my old rival the first chance she got?" She paused, bitterness flashing in her eyes.
"I really do value our friendship. And I know you don't like mixing personal feelings with business. You and your prince are just getting started-don't let my mess complicate things." Isadora respected Nanette's pride.
"If you ever really can't keep going, I've got ssavings. Worst comes to worst, I'll fund a show for you to star in," she said lightly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNanette managed a smile. "Darling, you know what that's called in showbiz?" Isadora reached out, lifting Nanette's chin with a playful grin.
"While I've still got scash, letbe your sugar momma for once." * The Fitzgerald family estate.
Penelope Dawson sat primly on a pinewood sofa, dressed in a darkn suit, her makeup Chanel suit understated-gone was her usual sharp, commanding presence. The Fitzgerald estate was enormous, designed in a modern-classic style.
The grand hall alone had nearly a dozen crimson double doors, each ope guarded by uniformed staff. Penelope had been sitting, stiff and upright, for almost two hours now.
She was growing impatient, but didn't dare show it.
After all, getting an audience with Deanna was a rare opportunity she'd fought hard for.
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