You Had Me, You Lost Me, You'll Never Find Me novel Chapter 113

Sylvia stood up. “It's fine. I was just tired of sitting anyway. You can take it.”

After that, no matter what Sylvia tried to sit on, Yasmine found some excuse to claim it. Even the staff members were starting to feel bad for her, but no one dared to speak up for Sylvia and risk offending Yasmine.

In the entertainment industry, not being famous was the original sin.

Yasmine had incredible resources right from her debut. She starred as the female lead in a blockbuster movie directed by a famous director, which not only skyrocketed her to fame but also won her a major national award. Her subsequent films featured several renowned veteran actors in supporting roles, cementing her dazzling career.

In contrast, Sylvia had only played a supporting role in a hit drama and earned a mere nomination.

The difference in their status was obvious at a glance.

Ellie hadn't been in the industry for long, and clearly couldn't stand this kind of bullying. She was furious and wanted to march over and argue, but Sylvia held her back.

“Forget it. Don't go.”

“But—”

“This kind of thing happens all the time. Fairness only comes with fame. If you don't have it, you just have to endure,” Sylvia said calmly. “It doesn't matter how others treat you, as long as you don't belittle yourself.”

Besides, even if Ellie went over to argue, nothing would come of it. They might even be labeled as disrespectful upstarts trying to pick a fight with a senior.

Seeing Sylvia standing there all alone, Yasmine finally felt a sense of satisfaction.

She had actually known about Sylvia for a long time. Not from the entertainment industry, of course, but from another elite social circle.

Watching Sylvia fall from grace and get dumped by Ashton Wyatt was incredibly satisfying to the girls in their circle.

Sylvia hadn't actually offended any of them; they just unilaterally disliked her.

Who is she trying to fool with that act? Yasmine thought coldly.

Ashton had spent the entire morning handling company affairs. At noon, someone had caused trouble at one of his bars, so he went over to check it out. He had called Sylvia seven or eight times that afternoon, but her phone was always off. Only then did he have Gideon Cole check her schedule so he could track her down.

Coming to the studio in the sweltering heat only to be met with Sylvia's cold attitude naturally put a chill in his heart.

“I came to annoy you, obviously.”

He said it on purpose. Glancing lazily around the room, he noticed that Sylvia didn't even have a place to sit. He frowned sharply. “Is this how the magazine treats its artists? They can't even provide a chair?”

The editor wiped the sweat from his forehead. Before he could explain, a sweet, feminine voice chimed in.

“There's space over here, Ashton. Come sit.”

Ashton looked her up and down, his evaluating gaze unmistakable. He then surveyed the setup around the room and noticed that almost all the stools had been moved over to the sofa area. He immediately figured out what was going on.

He didn't blow up on the spot. Instead, he simply took Sylvia's hand and led her toward the sofa.