My Amnesic Ex Married My Sister, So I Married His Uncle-Chapter 110: I Disagree with Choosing Umi for the Collaboration

Chapter 110: Chapter 110: I Disagree with Choosing Umi for the Collaboration

Stella: ...?

’No, no, no. This wasn’t how she’d imagined this playing out.’

’When confronted so bluntly with his drunken ramblings, shouldn’t he be completely embarrassed and flee in disgrace?’

’How could he admit to it so calmly?’

Seeing Stella freeze for a moment, Owen tightened his arms, pulling her a little closer.

His warm breath brushed against her face. "I don’t remember what you said last night. Could you say it again?"

Owen’s gaze was exceptionally soft after waking up, his eyes like a pool of spring water, rippling with tenderness.

Every time she saw that look in his eyes, Stella felt a little... weak at the knees.

He leaned in and gave her lips a gentle peck, startling her back to her senses.

She decided to be mischievous. "I... I’m not telling you. Figure it out yourself!"

With that, she tried to get out of bed to escape him.

But Owen held her tight, refusing to let her go anywhere.

And it wasn’t just a hug. Soft, gentle kisses fell one by one on her lips, her cheeks, her earlobes...

And then there was his coaxing voice. "I don’t remember. Won’t you tell me, Stella?"

A hint of a smile played in his eyes. He would kiss her, then look into her eyes and ask, "Won’t you tell me, Stella?"

His gentle gaze was like a fishhook, reeling in her reason bit by bit.

His clear voice, now a little raspy from sleep, reached her ears and made her heart race for no reason.

"Won’t you tell me, Stella?"

Stella thought that, in this moment, Owen was like a seductive male fox spirit.

A man with a goal will stop at nothing to achieve it.

Stella had started this conversation with the intention of teasing him, but in the end, she felt none of the satisfaction of a successful prank.

Instead, she melted under Owen’s touch and into the pool of spring water in his eyes. To his repeated questions, she found herself telling him, again and again, that she would never leave him.

...

Vantage Entertainment.

As Faye Rhodes walked into the office yawning that morning, she happened to run into Zion Shawcross’s manager, Henry Wright.

Remembering the proposal she had submitted, she cut her yawn short and hurried over to Henry.

"Henry, that proposal I submitted—what’s the status on it? Has the artist agreed?"

Since the parties hadn’t signed a formal contract yet, Henry was cautious. "It’s in progress. We’ll let everyone know once we have a definitive answer."

Torn between her professional duties and her admiration for the artist, Faye was desperate to make this collaboration happen.

Just then, someone at a nearby desk scoffed. "Henry, are you really going with Faye Rhodes’s plan? Some unknown little artist? When we make the official announcement, can you imagine how many fans will curse us out for shortchanging Zion? Fans these days are so protective of their idols. If this goes wrong, what if they demand the company replace his manager?"

Especially with a celebrity like Zion Shawcross, who has a massive and highly dedicated fanbase, the slightest slip-up by the studio could easily lead to a full-scale online attack from the fans.

Faye turned toward the voice. The innocent-looking young woman over there met her gaze without fear, staring right back and even giving her a disdainful arch of her eyebrow.

Jean Yates continued, "Faye Rhodes, you know this little artist, don’t you? Are you abusing your position for personal gain, trying to ride Zion’s coattails?"

Faye and Jean had never gotten along.

Ever since Faye learned that Jean’s cousin, Zoe Yates, was best friends with Kiana Sterling, their rivalry had become even more open and confrontational.

And now, with the workday just beginning and everyone in the studio just arriving, the two were already at each other’s throats again.

Faye refused to back down. "Jean, did you take a shit with your mouth this morning? Hurry up and wash it out in the bathroom. Don’t pollute the office air."

"You!" Jean, unable to win a war of words, glared at her. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Then, as if a thought occurred to her, the expression on her face suddenly softened.

She looked at Henry and said, "Henry, since the formal contract hasn’t been signed yet, I have an idea too. Would you hear me out?"

Henry’s head throbbed the moment the two of them started fighting.

’These two women—one backed by the Rhodes Family, the other by the Yates Family—were both young ladies from powerful clans. Could someone please spare a thought for the life or death of a commoner like him?!’

Though it was still early morning, he was already exhausted. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Go on."

Jean smiled sweetly, her tone deceptively pleasant. "When it comes to artistic achievement, who in Jandor can compare to Kiana Sterling? You’ve heard of Kiana, right, Henry? One of her paintings just broke another auction record not too long ago. An artist with that kind of resume and reputation—isn’t she a much better choice than that... Umi person Faye recommended?"

To be honest, Henry had considered this very idea ever since Zion Shawcross first decided to go with Faye’s "rock + art" proposal.

After all, the artist Faye recommended was extremely niche. She may have won a major award, but she was also a big risk.

Not wanting to offend Jean, Henry played along. "I know of her. But for an artist of her caliber, forget the collaboration fee—I doubt we could even get a meeting with her."

Henry’s words were, in fact, a polite refusal.

Unfortunately, Jean either ignored or didn’t care about his underlying meaning. She immediately shot back, "What’s so hard about it? Kiana and my cousin are best friends. If the studio is serious about a collaboration, I can be the go-between. Besides, Kiana isn’t short on money, so the fee would probably be reasonable. Unlike some minor artists who, what if they’re not satisfied with just riding our coattails and decide to demand an exorbitant price?"

Hearing Jean’s provocation, Faye retorted, "Zion Shawcross himself agreed to the collaboration with Umi."

"..." Jean was momentarily speechless, but she forced out a comeback. "So what! With this kind of commercial collaboration, no one can predict the risks involved. Even if Zion himself agreed, we should still listen to everyone’s opinion, right? In any case, I don’t agree to choosing that Umi!"

She raised her own hand and motioned to the other people in the studio. "Besides, I’m not the only one who disagrees!"

Most of the people in the studio were aware of Jean’s background.

Unlike Jean, who always put on the airs of a pampered heiress, Faye was much more approachable.

But for that very reason, everyone was even more afraid of offending Jean.

Under her intimidating pressure, other staff members reluctantly raised their hands in twos and threes. "We also think... it could be discussed further..."

Jean smiled with satisfaction and made a final decision. "Perfect. Let’s have an open competition. We’ll hold an internal company vote and leave the final decision up to all of you."