Chapter 1759

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Warwick said, "I've known her for years. Even if I don't announce it, that doesn't change the fact that we have a relationship. Charles, aren't you the one who prides yourself on being above the drama and avoiding celebrity gossip? What's going on now?"

Warwick's face flushed red, but his sharp wit kicked in as he retorted to Charles. Of all the people in the entertainment industry, Charles was the one Warwick disliked most. After all, Warwick was a competitive person.

Years ago, Warwick was the more popular one when they started out, and he received many of the best scripts first. But recently, he received the scripts Charles had turned down.

Audiences began comparing him to Charles and criticizing his acting. Even several up-and-coming actors tried to outdo him; Warwick hadn't dared slack off in

recent years.

He had thought about making Thelma his legitimate girlfriend, but the idea of losing fans held him back. It seemed safer to keep her as a secret partner, maybe even marry her quietly. But now, Charles had ruined that plan.

The door, which had been tightly shut, swung open, and Thelma stepped out. "I'm not your girlfriend. I never agreed to be with you, and you never even asked. You wanted to keep me as your secret, but I turned you down. Warwick, don't be so despicable!"

She walked straight over to Charles, standing beside him with a defiant stance. With Charles there, she felt no fear of Warwick. She knew he wouldn't dare push her too far in front of him.

Warwick's expression darkened. "Thelma, do you really think Charles is serious about you? Aren't you afraid he's just toying with you? I'm the only one who's truly serious about you!"

"If Mr. Sullivan wants to toy with me, that's fine. But not you, Warwick! Just seeing you makes me sick," Thelma snapped, her teeth gritted as she insulted him.

Her words caught Charles off guard. Toying with her? What a terrible way to describe it.

Warwick's eyes grew bloodshot with fury. "Thelma, are you out of your mind?"

"I'm not crazy. Warwick, all I feel for you is hatred. I wouldn't be stuck in the same place for years if it weren't for you. I tried to fight for opportunities on my own, but you were the reason I lost out every time. If this is what you call love, then I wish I had never met you."

Thelma's voice was tinged with

genuine bitterness. She felt sorry for

Warwick. He was pitiful, living in a fake world where he tried to control things he had no right to, never truly caring about anyone.

Charles growled, "Get lost! If you don't leave, the consequences will be something you can't handle."

Warwick gritted his teeth, knowing Charles wasn't making empty threats.

"Charles, if you like toying with the women I've been with, then go ahead. She's yours." Warwick sneered.

Thelma's eyes reddened with anger. "When have I—"

Charles suddenly grabbed Thelma's hand, cutting her off. "Don't waste time arguing with him. No one's going to believe anything he says."

"Okay," Thelma said, comforted by his words.

Seeing the trust between them and how they held hands in front of him only fueled Warwick's rage. "I swear I won't let you two get away with this," he shouted.

Charles wasn't fazed. "You'll have to see if you have the ability to do that."

In truth, no one in the industry could

harsh anymore. If a few

harsh words could defeat him, all his years in the business would have been for nothing.

Defeated and humiliated, Warwick stormed out.

Thelma sighed in relief and turned to Charles. "Thank you, Mr. Sullivan. Would

you like to come over to my place for some water?"

"Sure," Charles agreed. He had done enough yelling for one day and was parched. Besides, the drive had been a little rushed.