Chapter 971: Theodore Won’t Be Uninterested in Women
In the private room, a director's comment prompted the actors to gather around Theodore. Many were enthusiastic, but Little Bunny was not. Exchanging a glance with Addison, they both approached.
As they walked, Addison whispered, "Be careful. He doesn't discriminate."
Little Bunny smiled and nodded; she knew this well. Their exchange didn't escape Theodore's notice, though he remained outwardly impassive. He assumed industry insiders were aware of such unspoken rules.
Reaching Theodore with their wine, Addison toasted him first: "Mr. Wold, I'm Addison Chasey."
Theodore briefly assessed Addison, seeing him as just another pretty, effeminate face. He clinked glasses, saying, "No formalities. I'm only here for a short time."
Addison laughed, quickly finishing his drink before stepping aside for Little Bunny. She offered her toast: "Mr. Wold."
Theodore's gaze immediately shifted to her. Little Bunny wore minimal makeup, appearing much as he remembered. He scrutinized her face, sensing a subtle change, perhaps a nuanced adjustment.
"Little Bunny?" he asked.
She avoided introducing herself, hoping anonymity would simplify their interaction.
"Yes, Mr. Wold," she replied, raising her glass. He clinked glasses with her.
Watching her easily finish her wine, he wondered about the rumors of her high alcohol tolerance.
"I hear you have quite a tolerance," he remarked.
She chuckled, "Just hearsay. Honestly, I get drunk easily."
"Are you drunk now?"
His questioning made her uncomfortable.
"Maybe alcohol doesn't intoxicate people, but they intoxicate themselves," Theodore's friend interjected. "You got drunk seeing Theodore, didn't you?" They assumed Theodore was there for Little Bunny, having discussed her earlier. They believed their target should be a perfect match, and Little Bunny was exceptionally attractive, leaving no room for criticism. Her striking appearance would inevitably provoke strong desires.
Little Bunny smiled faintly. Years in the industry had taught her to navigate such social situations. Her agency trained her to handle these encounters, aiming to both protect their artists and help them secure roles and endorsements.
She replied smoothly, "I'm sorry, I can't hold my liquor well." She playfully agreed with the friend while subtly distancing herself from Theodore.
"If you're dizzy, sit down," one of Theodore's friends offered.
"Many colleagues await Mr. Wold's toast," Little Bunny politely declined. "I'll join later. And we need to discuss tomorrow's scenes, so I won't disturb him further."
She bowed slightly and left, creating an impression of disrespect in the eyes of those who typically fawned over Theodore. To them, she seemed to be playing hard to get.
Theodore watched her go, feeling irritated. "Damn! I came to see you, and you're chatting about scripts with other men?!" he thought.
His friend whispered, "They love playing games. She's teasing you."
Theodore remained silent. Many approached offering drinks, and Theodore, never one to refuse a drink or a woman, consumed more than he intended.
Hazel Medina sat beside him, asking, "Mr. Wold, warm water?" Her intentions were clear—to seduce him. Equally attractive and formally trained, she'd played second fiddle to Little Bunny for two years, secretly envying her success and suspecting she'd been aided by powerful connections. Seizing this opportunity, Hazel grew bolder, brushing against him. Theodore, experienced with such advances, didn't refuse but found his interest waning when he saw Little Bunny conversing with others. Her neglect left him sullen.
"I think Theodore's looking at you," Addison murmured to Little Bunny.
"Hazel's not clinging to him?" Little Bunny asked.
"Maybe he's not interested in Hazel."
"He wouldn't be," she stated confidently.
Addison frowned, surprised by her apparent knowledge of Theodore.
"He won't be uninterested in women," she affirmed. "He won't refuse any woman."
"So he has no preferences?" Addison asked.
She'd never seen him be selective in this regard.