Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Chapter 757

Chapter 757

"Arielle Moore?" Jason perked up his ears and looked at his manager eagerly. "Is her name Arielle Moore? Do you know her?"

The manager glanced at Jason and shook her head. "No, but she's an ambassador of Soir Coffee which is owned by Nightshire Group. We also belong to Nightshire Group, so I know a bit about her." Jason sat up straight and asked excitedly, "What else do you know about her?"

The manager replied in a matter-of-fact tone, "I also know that Nightshire Entertainment wanted to get her on board."

"And then?" Jason asked.

"Mr. Nightshire objected to it, but I don't know the reason behind that," the manager said. Suddenly, she slapped her head and added, "This script that I have for you... The director is Sam Sleight, and he wanted Arielle to be the female lead, too. However, it looks like she rejected the offer. I guess she's not interested in forging a career in the entertainment industry."

"Where's the script?" Jason responded anxiously.

The manager was stunned. "Do you wish to look at the script now?"

Jason nodded eagerly. "Yes, of course! I'm also willing to help Sam to persuade Arielle and get her in as the female lead. She has a face made for the silver screen,

and this film will surely be a blockbuster! Give me the script, and I'll go through it."

The manager was still puzzled as she handed over the script. However, Jason started to read it at once.

She was not sure what had caused the sudden change in Jason, but it was a good thing that he had decided to become diligent. It did not matter what the reason was, as long as he was willing to work. Soon, it was nightfall. Henrick was finally back at the old Southall estate.

He massaged his bottom which was already stiff with pain from the long journey. Then, with a solemn expression, he picked up Malorie's urn and got out of the car.

"Pass the message," Henrick informed his subordinate, "Mrs. Southall's funeral will take place on the day after tomorrow, and all villagers are invited."

"Yes!" the subordinate answered and got to work.

Henrick closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath of fresh mountain air.

Indeed, the quality of air in the mountains was so much better than that in Jadeborough.

When Henrick opened his eyes, he saw Cindy who was being carried out of the car by two bodyguards.

Cindy had been crying and throwing a tantrum along the way. As a result, she was already exhausted and unable to stand still.

Henrick's expression sank when he saw her.

"B*tch!" He gritted his teeth and ordered his bodyguards, "Throw her into the pigsty, and keep an eye on her! Make sure she doesn't get out!"

"Yes!" the bodyguards replied. Then, they dragged Cindy to the pigsty.

A sudden realization dawned upon Cindy. Her eyes went wide in fright, and she began to scream. "No! I don't want to go there! Let me go! Let me go! What you're doing is illegal! Don't you understand?" "Hehe." Henrick chuckled coldly and said, "This isn't Jadeborough. I make the rules here. Are you trying to be funny? What are you waiting for? Throw her in!"

"Yes!" the bodyguards said.

Plop! Ignoring Cindy's shrieks and struggle, they pushed her into the putrid and smelly pigsty, which was filled with mosquitoes, rats and cockroaches.

"Ah!" Cindy screeched hysterically.

As soon as she opened her mouth, a fly entered it.

Retch! She threw up immediately,

The sight managed to soothe Henrick's foul mood.

The rules of monogamy did not apply in this village. He could do anything as long as he had money.

Once Malorie's funeral was over, he would marry as many women as he wanted and had as many children as he wished.

That woman can stay in the pigsty forever!