Miles Sinclair's words were dripping with sarcasm.
Dylan Rhodes's vision went dark. His mind raced, and just before Damian Hawthorne's expression could turn thunderous, he quickly said, "Mr. Hawthorne, Hugo's brain must have gotten waterlogged from a recent injury. Please don't take anything he says seriously."
He was all smiles and bows on the outside, but inside, he was breaking out in a cold sweat for his friend.
'Even if you can't stand Damian Hawthorne, you can't just say it to his face!'
For people like them in the entertainment industry, offending a single powerful figure could get them blacklisted.
What Miles Sinclair had just said was dangerously disrespectful.
"You're not wrong. And those women you're talking about? That includes Cecilia Nathan."
Damian Hawthorne's lips curled into a lazy, roguish smile. "But Cecilia is an exception. Everyone knows she was the one who pursued me first."
Everyone knew that Cecilia had chased after him.
