Her International Multiple Identities - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Ning Xue’s Secret Identity

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“You’re on set? I didn’t know you were interested. Since when—”

“Is this what you should be asking?”

“My apologies. Please let me know if there’s anything you’d want me to help with.”

“Tell Cage he’d better tighten the leash on his lover.”

“Yes, of course. I’ll make sure he gets the message.” On the penthouse office of the world’s largest production company, a man in a black suit was talking on the phone. Though he was merely talking on the phone, he bent his body and nodded as he spoke to the other person on the line, as if he was afraid if he’d act discourteously.

When an employee came in to pass him a document, he stood agape at his boss’s—Chief Director Mike—kiss-up and humble attitude. Who the hell was on the other end of the call?

“As for you…”

“Ah, yes. I wonder what you’d like me to do?”

“About the cast of that movie…”

“Right. We’ve already made arrangements for it. How about I read you…” Mike began rummaging through the folders on his desk, his hand unsteady.

“There’s no need.”

“What else could I do?”

…

“Very well. Leave it to me.” The call hung up, leaving Mike drenched in cold sweats. It was unbelievable—their company’s biggest shareholder, mysterious as she was, had just given him a call. He collapsed onto his chair, rubbing his temples.

Minutes later, he was in his car, speeding to meet one of their company’s shareholders.

Cage stared at the man in front of him. “I think you must know who I am.”

“Yes, hello, sir. I’m the new director, Mike.”

Mike reached his hands, but Cage never took it, displaying his arrogance.

“I understand you’re busy, but Mr. Cage, I’m here on a real business.”

“A new director like you should be working on your projects instead of making small talks with me.”

Mike took out a card from the pocket of his suit. On the card was the word “snow”. Cage caught a glimpse of it and stood up abruptly. “Ah, so it’s an order from our boss. Why didn’t you mention it earlier?”

“Our boss asks of you to take charge of your lover—she messed with the wrong person.”

“Certainly.” Lucy was the only one outshining the others among his many lovers. Did it mean that their boss was on Lucy’s set then?

Cage rolled his eyes from right to left. He had a clear distinction of what was his priorities—money or women. “Have you seen how they look? Maybe I should meet them too.”

“Uh…”

“What’s wrong? Is there a problem with that?”

“Yes. I’ve never met them either.”

After seeing Mike off, Cage dialed a number on his phone. A soft, nasally voice answered him. “Hey, babe. Miss me? I have a scene this afternoon, so we can only meet tonight.”

“That won’t be necessary. I’m calling to tell you that I’m breaking up with you.”

Lucy, who was on the set, lost it in a second. Her hands and feet went cold. “Oh, no, darling. You must be kidding, right? I’m not breaking up with you.” She couldn’t imagine breaking up with Cage, that how many would come after her for retribution. She had made too many enemies all those years, and it was Cage who’d sorted it out for her.

Cage replied impatiently, “That’s that. I’ll write you a check soon. You’d better watch your back from now on.”

The phone hung up.

Lucy held her hand over her mouth, pressing so tight to prevent her cries from coming out. How could something like this happen? No, no. What would she do now?

Wait.

She still had Jiang Sheng, her costar.

Even if Jiang Sheng wasn’t as rich as Cage, he had connections and tons of resources. He could still act as her safeguard. Ning Xue—the reason why she’d covered herself from head to toe must be because she was unconfident with her appearance, that she didn’t do her makeup that day.

Ning Xue was nothing like her, Lucy thought. She knew she was a natural beauty, and yes, she could seduce Ning Xue’s man. So what if they were married? They could divorce.

Lucy wasn’t sure why the paparazzi weren’t here today—it was an atypical phenomenon. She needed an audience to stir up chaos. She wiped her tears away and started calling a few media companies..