Ethan Martinez was sitting in the hotel room, looking at Juliet Anderson beside him. The third place winner of the 46th Artist Selection Contest; who would have thought she would come to him to create a scandal?
She really does have guts.
With a curl of his lips, he changed from his usual amicable demeanor to a much darker one.
"You think this will make you famous, don’t you?"
Are all artists nowadays so ruthless?
"I didn’t!"
Juliet hurriedly defended herself upon hearing him say that.
"I already said, I came to the Royal Dynasty Hotel for work, but I didn’t expect to enter the wrong room."
Juliet’s explanation sounded like pure mockery to Ethan.
Saying it so nicely, who would believe her?
If she wasn’t the one who planned this, why would so many journalists be here?
His schedule was always kept secret, so he didn’t believe it was a coincidence.
"Juliet Anderson, good job; from now on, there will absolutely be no you in any of my projects."
Ethan angrily spat out, standing up and sitting down on a chair to the side.
He made himself very clear—no collaboration whatsoever with Juliet.
Currently, Ethan is at his peak; so many rising stars want to work with him.
And there are so many directors, among others, trying to reach him.
His words essentially pushed Juliet into the abyss.
Almost like she was blacklisted.
Who would approach someone rejected by Ethan Martinez?
To approach her is almost like going against Ethan Martinez.
Upon hearing Ethan’s words, Juliet panicked.
"Ethan, I really didn’t do this. It’s just a coincidence."
Ethan ignored her, glancing at her faintly.
Truth be told, Juliet is quite attractive; she has the potential to be molded.
Her acting shouldn’t be bad either, as he had heard that the top two winners of this artist selection contest were chosen due to connections.
And the third place holder is essentially the real first place.
But, third place is not as resourceful as the top two.
Watching her eager to explain to him yet not daring to come forward made Ethan frown.
Could this really just be a coincidence?
In all these years, no one ever dared to use him in a scandal.
He found it hard to believe Juliet would do something so self-destructive.
Frowning and thinking carefully, his phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Ethan, it’s Nia Mitchell. I’m at the Royal Dynasty Hotel now, where are you?"
Nia Mitchell frowned, looking at the crowd at the hotel entrance.
She hadn’t expected there would be so many journalists here.
"I’m on the twenty-second floor, and there are journalists outside the door."
Meaning he couldn’t even open the door.
Upon hearing this from Ethan, Nia felt the issue was dire.
Thinking she only needed to come over and Ethan could leave in a car, but who would have thought...
"What should we do now?"
Nia found herself at a loss; it was impossible to avoid the journalists and let Ethan out of the room.
She guessed as soon as the guest room door opened even a crack, the journalists would swarm in and start wildly photographing, writing extravagantly.
After all, Ethan is someone who has never had a scandal.
"I don’t know either; you’d better discuss with Brother Luo."
Chapter 1209: 1211: Damn, I Was Set Up
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