Chapter 164: Giselle Marchand Watched Sienna Bennett Carefully

Giselle Marchand watched Sienna Bennett carefully, believing she had finally swayed her. She leaned in closer, her voice dripping with false sincerity. “You might have immense wealth, Sienna, but this industry runs on connections and resources. It’s not just about having money.” She ticked off points on her manicured fingers. “A top-tier career requires a full team. Resource coordination, fan engagement, strategic marketing, image retouching, intellectual property management… the list is endless.”

“A leading supermodel needs a support staff of at least twenty people. Handling it alone would be exhausting. Sign with Summit Media, and we handle everything for you.”

Sienna was well aware of these requirements. Her real question was about Celeste Duval’s motive. She remembered clearly; Celeste wanted to sign her to suppress her rising fame. Why would a woman known for her bitterness suddenly offer kindness?

“My apologies,” Sienna stated flatly, her expression unreadable. “But my team is already handling those matters.” She turned and walked toward the VIP exit.

Giselle moved to follow, but the roped-off VIP aisle stopped her. Only those with exclusive access could proceed. Frustration boiled over. “Sienna Bennett! A smart person recognizes a good opportunity! I’ve pursued you because I see your value! Don’t throw it away out of pride!” Sienna didn’t bother to look back. She had no interest in a delusional woman’s rant. As she neared her table, a portly man stepped into her path.

His eyes lit up with recognition. “Sienna Bennett! What a fortunate encounter! I’ve been trying to get in touch.” He eagerly extended a business card. “A pleasure to meet you.” Sienna’s gaze dropped to the card without taking it. The embossed text read: Reginald Worthington, Chief Executive Officer, Crownlight Entertainment. Another entertainment executive. She raised a cool eyebrow. “What is this about?”

“It’s simple,” he beamed, undeterred by her lack of enthusiasm. “You’ve recently entered the industry. We want to sign you. This meeting feels like fate! You’re a diamond magnate, correct? I made my initial fortune in mining, too. Coal, in my case.”

He puffed out his chest with pride. “My current net worth sits around fifty billion. I founded Crownlight Entertainment. We’re a major player here. Recognise Xander… what’s-his-name? Or Nevil, the chart-topping singer? They’re both with us!”

The company name sounded familiar. Owen Parker had mentioned them. Summit Media was number one, Crownlight Entertainment was a close second. Summit Media excelled at crafting celebrity images. Crownlight Entertainment was known for buying fame through massive financial investment. Naturally, they expected a high return. They were notorious for arranging private engagements for their stars. Whispers suggested some actresses earned eight figures in a single night. The darkest rumor was that Reginald started the company primarily to meet women…

Reginald mistook her silence for interest. He smiled, placing a familiar hand on her shoulder. “Sienna, sign with us. You’ll get our absolute best resources. First pick of anything you want. We can negotiate the profit split. Just name your terms!” Sienna’s eyes flicked coldly to the hand on her shoulder. Her voice remained calm and detached. “Your offer is… persuasive, Mr. Worthington. But I have a dilemma. I just encountered Giselle Marchand, Summit Media’s PR director. She made a very similar proposal. It puts me in a difficult position.”

“What? Giselle is here? Where?” Reginald’s face darkened instantly. Crownlight Entertainment and Summit Media were bitter rivals, constantly fighting over talent and awards. Summit Media had snatched desired artists from him before. Was Sienna next?

Sienna gestured casually toward the restroom area. “Over there. She was quite vocal. Claimed her company was the industry’s undisputed best. Said Crownlight Entertainment wasn’t even in the same league. Those were her words.”

“The audacity! Wait right here. I need to have a word with her.” Reginald stormed off in the direction she indicated.

Giselle was still by the restrooms, typing a furious message to Celeste Duval. A booming voice interrupted her. “Giselle Marchand! What is your problem?!”