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13

Nicholas Russell

I held the script for the next part of Romancing a Spinster in my hands, studying it carefully and re-reading the roles to be played. I desired to know what else Emma was going to act with the lead actor.

Not that I hadn’t gone through it in the past. I forgot some basic parts but knowing this was a romantic tale, there was this withheld anger in my chest. Yes, I never let anything get in the way of me making money.

The business was never mixed with pleasure.

But Emma made me want to break that fucking rule.

“Sir, the lighting and stage preparation has been made for the choreography. The female lead isn’t here, yet, however.”

“She isn’t?” I wriggled my brows, asking my assistant who nodded his head.

“Ah, I see,”

I folded my hands wondering what she was trying to pull this time. “Let me try reaching her. Inform the team of the situation.”

“Okay, sir.”

As he walked away, my brows furrowed at what she was trying to pull this time.

Wasn’t she aware of today? This woman