Divorced The True Heiress Gets It All novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197

Chapter 197

When the director and the leads marched out, all the supporting actors and extras couldn’t hold back their curiosity–they streamed after fram ki a

swarm.

Those who were still shooting froze in disbelief. “What’s going on? Looks like there’s a major scandal brewing.”

“Tina and Vanessa are both missing. Something must have happened to one of them.”

“My money’s on Vanessa. Definitely not Tina.”

Word reached Tina, and she hiked up her dress and bolted, makeup forgotten, worry gnawing at her–if Aria lost her temper, she might just blurt out that she was the Fletcher family heiress.

A crowd of dozens surged forward, just in time to witness Dawson getting spectacularly drop–kicked. His security team jumped in to save him and every last one of them got tossed as well.

The producer getting beaten up on set? If that hit the tabloids, who would ever invest in them again?

The director’s head throbbed. “No one records a thing,” he snapped, “or you’ll be blacklisted for life.”

Phones slid quietly back into pockets.

Aria strode over to Dawson, pointed her phone at his battered face, and snapped a clear photo–click, the sound echoed through the crowd.

Writhing on the ground, every bone in his body aching, Dawson spat a curse at her. “Bitch, you’re dead!”

Aria delivered a lazy kick–a pebble bounced off the pavement and shot straight into his mouth. Dawson choked and gagged, scrambling to spit it out.

Aria sent the photo straight to the Stars Group executives‘ chat, hit record, and fired off a voice message: [Whose son is this little mutt? You’ve got thirty minutes–come collect your trash.]

No one in their right mind would believe a creep like him was a real producer–unless his dad was someone at the very top.

The crowd gaped.

Tina watched with a mix of awe and anxiety. ‘No wonder she nearly sent her own mother to the hospital in a rage–Aria really was outrageous, acting without a care for the consequences.‘

The director hurried over to help Dawson. “Are you all

right?”

Dawson’s eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Aria. The moment he tried to speak, one of his front teeth clattered to the ground. He let out a strangled, animal wail.

Vanessa, finally finished with her hacking, stretched and threw open the car door–just in time to catch the aftermath. “Holy shit,” she blurted, unable to stop laughing.

She’d missed the ruckus outside–the RV was soundproof, and she’d been absorbed in her work.

But seeing Dawson’s battered face now, she couldn’t help herself.

“Call the police! I want her in jail!” Dawson sputtered, lisping through his missing tooth.

People around him were struggling not to laugh.

Vanessa howled.

Tina finally understood how the two could be friends–birds of a feather, those two.

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