Chapter 535 Who Do You Think You Are


    As Joash was on the phone, he failed to notice Genevieve and crashed into her.


    “I''m sorry! I''m really sorry...” While apologizing, he grabbed the phone that had fallen onto the ground.


    When he got up, he discovered Genevieve standing in front of him. “M-Ms. Rachford?”


    Upon noticing his panicked expression, she asked curiously, “You''re sweating. What happened?”


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    Knowing that Genevieve was the boss of thepany, Joash reckoned it would be more useful to find


    her instead of James.


    He quickly exined to her, “Remember that I said a producer asked Mr. Gable out for dinner to


    introduce him to some jobs? However, while they were eating, the producer started acting weirdly...


    She insisted on sitting next to him and even touched his thigh. Amelia said that as long as Mr. Gable


    slept with her for a night and served her well, he could get whatever job he wanted...”


    As he spoke, his anger and helplessness increased. “I want to bring Mr. Gable away, but I''m afraid that


    things will be messy if we offend Amelia...”


    Without waiting for him to finish his sentence, Genevieve walked toward that private room.


    Since Joash did not close the door properly when he left, they could hear a woman''s angry voice. “You


    refuse to feed me even a ss of wine. Who do you think you are? Everyone knows that you''re an


    abuser! You should be d that I like you! I have a huge socialwork in the entertainment industry,


    and I know all the famous directors. If you offend me, I''ll make sure that you won''t be able to work in


    the entertainment industry anymore! Keep mepany tonight. Are you down?”


    Rage welled up in Genevieve when she heard the woman speak so domineeringly and even wanted to


    force herself upon Bruce. With a solemn face, she kicked the door open.


    It was very dim in the room, so Genevieve felt for the switch on the wall and turned the lights on.


    With the illumination, she soon realized that it was a karaoke room. It was pretty big, and there were


    around eight to nine people inside. However, they were mostly sitting at the side or in the corners.


    A chubby woman, wearing a skirt and ck stockings, was sitting on the ck couch in the middle. Her


    aura was overbearing.


    She was probably the producer mentioned by Joash.


    Bruce was standing beside the couch. His shirt was drenched in red wine, so it clung to his chest,


    outlining his firm, defined muscles.


    The sudden brightness caused Amelia to narrow her eyes and look at Genevieve, who was standing at


    the door, in annoyance.


    “Who are you?”


    “I''m Genevieve Rachford, the CEO of Genevieve Orsi Productions.”


    When Genevieve''s gaze swept across Bruce''s wet shirt, she found it out of ce. Turning her head


    around, she instructed Joash, “Take off your shirt and let him wear it.”


    Joash was stunned. “Ms. Rachford, I only have this shirt on...”


    “Are you more important than your artist?” asked Genevieve. “Can''t you ask the waiter for a shirt?”


    Oh, she''s right...


    With that, Jack quickly took off his graffiti shirt and gave it to Bruce. Hugging his bare arms, he went out


    to look for another top.


    The whole time, Amelia remained sitting on the couch with her arms crossed over her chest. Snorting


    coldly, she said, “Ms. Rachford, yourpany''s artist has such a bad temper. When I spoke to him, he


    kept showing me a long face and refused to drink when I offered him one. And he''s an abuser!”


    As she spoke, she pointed at Bruce. “He beat her ex-girlfriend up until her bone was fractured. She


    was even hospitalized! Why would you still want an artist like him?”


    “The authorities didn''t cklist him. Why can''t I have him join mypany?” asked Genevieve with a


    smile.


    She walked to the table, grabbed a bottle of red wine, and scrutinized it. “On the other hand, even


    though you know that he''s an abuser, you still want him to feed you wine. Aren''t you afraid that he''ll


    beat you up so harshly that you''ll get paralyzed too?”


    Amelia stood up from the couch abruptly. “Ms. Rachford, I''ve been speaking to you respectfully


    because we work in the same field.”


    “Am I not speaking to you respectfully?” Genevieve asked, raising her eyebrow.


    “Fine! Fine!” Amelia was furious. “Your artist was rude to me, yet you are still defending him! Just wait...


    In the entertainment industry, I—”


    “I know that you have a huge socialwork in the entertainment industry,” Genevieve interrupted.


    Suddenly, she grabbed the wine bottle and smashed it against Amelia''s head.


    A loud crash was heard.


    Gripping the broken bottle, Genevieve cast a cold look at Amelia, who was howling miserably. “But I''m


    the one who gets to decide whether or not my artist can continue working in the entertainment industry.


    Who do you think you are?”