Spoiled By My Bossy CEO Husband

Chapter 29 Slut! How Dare You Seduce My Boyfriend?

Luke looked annoyed, “When Isobel planned to enter the entertainment industry, you have promised

that you would help her when she faces trouble.”

“Why? It has just been one year but you can’t keep your promise?” All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Lottie sneered, “Well, you also promised that you would marry me and spend your whole life with me.”

Saying this, she meant to imply that if Luke could say something without keeping his words, then why

should she, Lottie, keep her promise?

But in Luke’s ears, these words carried a different meaning.

Luke’s lips curved in a complacent smile and he looked at Lottie in a somewhat pitiful way, “Lottie, I

have said it very clearly. With my identity and status, I can’t marry someone who has a child with

someone else.”

“I understand your feelings towards me, but I am already with Isobel. Let’s be friends in the future.”

Lottie was stumped for those words.

After a while, she understood what he meant.

Did he think that she mentioned his previous promises because she was still hung up on him?

What an arrogant fool he was!

“Moreover, you are already married. You betrayed me first. You can’t blame me for this, let alone use

this as a reason to not help Isobel.”

Lottie was even more speechless.

With a cold snort, she threw the script directly on Luke, “Take your script and fuck off!”

She must have been really blind to have been hell-bent on loving him in the past!

“Lottie!”

Seeing that she was about to leave, Luke gritted his teeth and rushed up to her with a script, “I will pay

you!”

“Even if you don’t take into account our relationship of many years, you should at least help me for the

sake of money.”

Money?

Lottie paused.

She took a deep breath, turned her head, and looked at Luke with a smile, “Speaking of money, I

remember…”

“Five years ago, when you took my money to clarify your innocence, you said that when you get rich

you will definitely pay me back twice the amount.”

“Mr. Berry, when are you going to pay back the one million that you owe me?”

“Oh, by the way, I can analyze Isobel’s script, if you pay me two hundred thousand.”

“When you have prepared two hundred thousand, then I will be willing to analyze the script for Isobel.

How is that?”

Luke’s face suddenly became gloomy!

He gritted his teeth and glared at her fiercely, “How can you demand such an exorbitant price!”

“Will you pay me that?”

Lottie swept a hand through her hair and showed a faint smile, “Then please find someone better

qualified than me.”

After saying that, she turned around and strode away.

Luke stood there, staring at her back rigidly.

…

In the evening, as soon as Lottie left the Filming Town, she was called by someone to stop.

A man ran over anxiously, “The director wants to temporarily add a set of scenes, but Natalia has left

already, so only you can do it.”

She frowned. However, there was no time for her to speak as the man pantingly added, “There is extra

overtime pay.”

“Okay!”

After following the man, Lottie regretted it.

The temporary added scene part was Natalie and Luke’s.

The sky was already a bit dark.

In addition to the director and a couple of staff members, only she and Luke were left on the set. Isobel

was also there, drinking milk tea in the distance.

“Go change your clothes!”

The director hurriedly pushed her towards the dressing room.

Lottie sighed.

Although she didn’t want to stay with Luke, since she was already there, she had to do the work that

was needed to be done.

As soon as she took off her jacket, the door to the dressing room opened.

Lottie almost instinctively covered her chest.

“No man will be interested in your small breasts.”

Isobel stood at the door with her arms crossed. Her gaze indifferently scanned the bandaged wound on

Lottie’s shoulder, “Tsk tsk! It has been so many days, but your wound still hasn’t healed?”

Lottie had gotten that wound on her shoulder when Isobel stabbed her that day in the studio next door

after she replaced the fake prop with a real dagger.

Frowning, Lottie turned her back towards Isobel and began to change into her costume, “Do you come

here especially to see if my wound has healed or not?”

“Of course not.”

Isobel wrapped her arms around herself and raised the corners of her lips slightly in a mocking smile,

“Lottie, you’d better keep your mouth closed in the future.”

“What you said today has already had a bad effect on me.”

Lottie smiled.

While buttoning the hidden buttons of her dress, she raised the corner of her lips in a smile, “What did I

say today?”

“Are you talking about me calling you a mistress?”

After saying that, she turned her head and looked at Isobel’s flustered and exasperated face, “Aren’t

you?”

“I am just warning you don’t talk nonsense. If you make things difficult for me, I also will do that for

you.”

Isobel looked at Lottie sarcastically, “You know what. You just married Ralph. If he finds out that you

has been pregnant with another man’s child five years ago and in the end gave birth to a dead baby…”

“Wouldn’t he think that you are dirty? Wouldn’t he think that you are a woman with bad luck that will

also damage his fame?”

Lottie’s hand moved ruthlessly as she changed her costume.

When she married Ralph, she really thought that the legends around him were true. He was old, ugly,

and really vicious.

So, she didn’t think that her past was going to have any influence on him.

But in reality, Ralph was young, handsome, calm, responsible, patient, and earnest towards the two

children. He felt very guilty towards Fabian and Elijah’s mother in every possible way. He was righteous

and affectionate.

And she… had done the least dignified and disdainful thing for a scumbag like Luke.

If he knew her past…

Lottie gritted her teeth furiously, not daring to think about it anymore.

Seeing that Lottie didn’t speak, Isobel smiled triumphantly.

“Does that scare you? Then keep your mouth shut!”

After saying this, she left looking proud of herself.

Lottie spent a long time in the pitch-dark dressing room.

It wasn’t until a staff member knocked on the door to make her go out to film that she recovered and

ran out in a hurry.

What the director wanted to film was a scene where the male lead confronted Lottie.

With her back towards the camera, Lottie looked at Luke in front of her but what appeared in her mind

was Ralph’s stern face.

The corners of Luke’s mouth raised in a sneer. He directly raised his hand and clasped her left

shoulder.

His fingers pressed exactly where the wound was on Lottie’s shoulder!

Her face turned pale suddenly with pain, her body became unstable and she fell forward headfirst…

Luke directly held Lottie in his arms looking like a hero saving the damsel in distress.

An unfamiliar aura emanated from him. Lottie’s face turned pale and she instinctively began to reject

the physical contact.

Her stomach churned in disgust.

She quickly raised her hand to push Luke away but he hugged her tightly. No matter how much she

struggled, she couldn’t get away!

Until…

Slap...

Isobel rushed forward and slapped Lottie right in the face, “Slut! How dare you seduce my boyfriend!”

After she slapped her, Luke, who was holding Lottie tightly, also let go suddenly.

Beaten up, Lottie staggered backward a few steps and her head hit the camera behind her hard.

The severe pain caused her to bend down and squat on the ground with her head in her arms, unable

to stand up for a long time.

Through the loud rumbling in her head, the voices of Isobel cursing and Luke fawning on Isobel could

be heard faintly.

She was helped up by someone and taken to the dressing room.

Lottie rested her head on the dressing table for a long time before finally recovering.

When she raised her head, there was darkness in front of her and darkness outside.

She turned on the flashlight on her phone and got up to go out. However, she found out that the door of

the lounge could not be opened.

Looking out from the window, the filming base was also dark and silent.

She was locked in an empty filming base.