Chapter 297

• Rosalina's POV
• ​"That’s her," Byron answered, nodding with a tired, dry chuckle. "The exact same woman. The word floating around the industry circuits is that she only touched down from overseas a few months back. Apparently, she has some very intimate, untouchable ties with the upper echelon of Harrisford Studios. She walked in with massive leverage from day one."
• ​He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his unkempt hair, frustration etching deep lines around his mouth.