novelraw Chapter 731: That Minor Actor, Getting Off Without Being Beaten to Death Is Considered Light
Chapter 731: That Minor Actor, Getting Off Without Being Beaten to Death Is Considered Light
Chapter 731: Chapter 731: That Minor Actor, Getting Off Without Being Beaten to Death Is Considered Light Delphine adjusted to the time zone and was about to order takeout when she received a call from Kyla Zamora.
The voice on the other end belonged to a strange man, with a mix of flippancy and menace.
"So you’re Kyla Zamora’s boss? That old hag got herself into trouble, smashed up our Brother Yang’s place. If you’re smart, bring the money and bail her out."
Delphine was shocked and urgently asked, "Who are you people? Let me speak to Kyla Zamora."
"Cut the crap. Bring the money and take them away. One old hag and one young girl—if you don’t come, they’re finished." The man sneered and cursed, then laughed. It was unclear who said something on the other side, but eventually, Kyla Zamora was handed the phone.
"Delphine, I’m at the private club Dynasty in Western City. These people have serious connections, be careful." Kyla Zamora said one sentence before the call was abruptly cut off.
Delphine furrowed her brows, grabbed her car keys, and called Jason at the studio. Only then did she learn that Kyla Zamora and an artist named Clara had gone to discuss a film last night but hadn’t been heard from since.
When Delphine arrived at the private club, she saw it was lavishly decorated. Texting Ignatius Leclair her location, she didn’t get a response—he was likely busy.
Unable to wait, Delphine headed inside.
At this hour during the day, the club was not yet open, with only a receptionist and the manager on duty. Upon learning she was looking for Kyla Zamora, they led her to a private room.
The room reeked of alcohol, the lights were dim, and it carried the remnants of a night-long binge. A group of young scions was playing mahjong, with stacks of chips piled taller than people.
Kyla Zamora and Clara were huddled in a corner. Spotting Delphine, they immediately stood up and called out, "Delphine, I’m here."
Delphine saw that Kyla’s forehead had been split open and the young girl behind her had been beaten black and blue, trembling with fear. Anger flashed across Delphine’s face as she comforted them, then coldly asked, "Who hit you?"
"Brother Zhao, she’s here—Actress and a director. She looks even better in real life than on TV."
The man referred to as "Brother Zhao" wasn’t very old. A cigarette dangling from his lips, he was the epitome of a wealthy layabout. Glancing at Delphine while still focused on his mahjong game, he sneered, "I did. That young actress wanted to climb into Brother Yang’s bed. It’s lucky she’s still alive. As for that old hag, even funnier. She tried to scare us with her connections. Do you think I’d be intimidated?"
"Where’s Brother Yang?" one of the scions asked.
"Sleeping next door."
"Damn it. Go wake him up."
Delphine furrowed her brows and said coolly, "Mr. Zhao, just say it—under what conditions will you release them?"
"Straightforward. That young actress disgusted Brother Yang. She needs to get out of Nanyang. As for that old hag, she’d better keep her eyes open from now on and steer clear of us. As for you, when Brother Yang gets here, you’ll apologize to him. If he’s satisfied, maybe we’ll let you go." The scion finished speaking and deftly played a winning tile. "I won, pay up—quickly."
"Ugh, Brother Zhao, you won again? I’ve already lost everything tonight, even my underpants!" The others moaned in unison.
Delphine’s expression grew cold, her gaze falling on Kyla Zamora.
Kyla Zamora had suffered a major setback. Grinding her teeth, she said, "That young girl got carried away when she saw how influential these people were and how handsome one of them was. She thought she could hook up with him, but she got beaten for it. These people are ridiculously arrogant though."
Delphine noticed the young actress was only 18 or 19 years old, with a pure, innocent look. It was the age of budding emotions, and daydreaming about marrying into wealth wasn’t unusual. Delphine frowned deeply; they were in the wrong, after all—it now depended on what conditions this Brother Yang would demand.