CHAPTER 407: CHAPTER 407: I WANT TO KILL YOU, IT’S JUST AS EASY

As soon as the words came out, Fiona Grantham’s harsh voice suddenly stopped.

Both ends of the phone line fell into silence in an instant.

"Speak." The man’s voice was steady, yet incredibly cold.

Fiona held the phone, her expression somewhat unnatural. After a moment, she glanced up to gesture for Nancy Lowe to leave first.

Then, Fiona continued speaking.

"You don’t need to worry about this; it’s not what you think."

"The investor in Matthew Timberlake’s new movie is Gregory. He’s in the underworld, and not a single actress he promotes hasn’t climbed into his bed."

"Shut up!" Fiona screamed to stop him, her eyes bloodshot.

"Leo Foster, I have my own ways to get this role. Fiona Grantham doesn’t need such vile tricks to climb up. Do you understand?"

The man was silent for a long while before he continued, "As your agent, I have the right to know how you got this role."

Fiona was silent for a moment before she replied, "I just had dinner with him."

No matter true or false, the statement sounded utterly feeble.

"Fiona Grantham, you shouldn’t lie to me." The man’s tone lowered.

Fiona’s heart skipped a beat and she suddenly burst into anger, "Leo Foster, what do you mean? You don’t believe me? How did I get to this position without ever using such depraved methods?"

"When Mr. Bennett was willing to support you, you indeed didn’t need them."

With just one sentence, he had directly touched upon the most painful spot Fiona was unwilling to be mentioned.

Yes, when Mason Bennett supported her, she could have everything she wanted.

Now, Mason Bennett was no longer willing to support her, so could even an agent step over her?

"Leo Foster, how dare you say that? As my agent, where were you when I needed you? Where were you when that little witch Bella Green set me up?"

"Is your sickly sister the most important to you? She’s already got one foot in the grave, what’s there to cure? How long are you going to drag it out? Are you going to wait until she’s dead and then come back after the funeral?"

"Fiona Grantham!!"

The man, usually calm and composed, was now furiously enraged. That voice, full of murderous intent, would have surely strangled her if Fiona were in front of him.

"It’s not only Mr. Bennett who can determine your career path. I can finish you off just as easily."

The cold, ruthless voice had no hint of a joke, making Fiona involuntarily shiver.

"No, that’s not what I meant. I was just too angry, I didn’t mean to curse your sister."

"I’ll have the company arrange for you to switch agents, and if I hear you saying one more word about my sister, I’ll make you pay."

With that, Leo Foster mercilessly hung up the phone.

Staring at the phone, Fiona Grantham was utterly terrified this time.

With Mason Bennett not caring about her anymore, if Leo Foster didn’t either, what did she have left?

In desperation, not caring about her pride, she called him back immediately, but his phone was already turned off.

Fiona was almost driven insane with anger, hurling her phone fiercely against the wall, shattering it completely.

Fiona panted heavily in fury, unable to calm down for a long time.

Is everyone trying to oppose her now? The more you try to suppress me, the more I want to succeed.

Bella Green, just wait. One day, Mason will know that I’m way better than you...

After cooling down for a while, Fiona walked over and picked up the phone, but it was no longer usable.

Agitated, she tossed the phone aside, took out her backup phone, and dialed Gregory, the investor.

She had paid such a high price; how could she let Matthew Timberlake easily dismiss her with just a few words?