Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore

Chapter 1091: The Death of Talira (1)

Cannes Hotel.

Time: 19:48.

Talira had just finished her hair and makeup at that time.

There will be an award ceremony for her at today's awards party, so her look today is still quite elaborate. She wore a black velvet dress with a belt at the waist, giving her the feel of a queen descending to earth. Even the props in her hands were transformed into small scepters.

However, as she fiddled with the scepter her assistant had given her, Talira was also a little puzzled: "When was this item delivered? It feels different from the previous ones?"

The scepter isn't very big, about half an arm's length, but it feels unusual in your hand. It's much heavier than the props used during the makeup trial, and the material seems to be harder.

"I don't know, it came with the clothes."

The assistant looked up and glanced at it, then casually replied while tidying up, "The costume designer probably reinforced it again; the previous prop was indeed of poor quality."

Talira fiddled with the scepter for a moment, but didn't take it to heart.

She tucked the small scepter prop into the prop holder at her waist, then stood up, took another deep breath, and adjusted her dress.

This dress is beautiful, but the corset used to accentuate her waist is too tight, often making Talira feel like she can't breathe.

"Is the rest of you ready to leave?"

"Yes, Manager El has already sent someone to urge them once," the assistant replied.

"Okay, then go downstairs first and tell him I'll be right down."

Talira finally picked up the lipstick on the table, touched up her lip makeup in front of the mirror, and gave instructions to her assistant.

"good."

The assistant had no objections and quickly went out to inform Manager El, so that they wouldn't be waiting anxiously downstairs.

After finishing the last bit of work in her room, Talira finally went out.

The elevator slowly descended, and Talila had just stepped out when she suddenly received a phone call.

When she saw the name of the contact on the phone, Talila couldn't help but frown slightly.

She glanced at Manager El and the others who were still waiting in the lobby in the distance, hesitated for a moment, and then stood still and answered Willyon's call.

"You don't need to go to the site today. Come upstairs now, I have something to give you."

On the other end of the phone, Willyon gave the order directly.

Talira froze on the spot, then spoke in a somewhat strained voice, "But Mr. Mecariler, I have an event to attend tonight. I'm already getting ready to leave, and Manager El and the others are waiting for me."

That damn Wilnion!

She had planned her day well in advance, a fact that almost everyone knew.

Why did they have to tell her all of this at the very moment when she was packing all her things to leave?

What do you take her for?

If she had said it a day earlier, she wouldn't be so busy today!

She's been busy with makeup and dressing since noon!

"Tell them to keep waiting. Don't tell them where you are. Turn off your phone and come up here right now."

However, the other end didn't even listen to Talira's words before interrupting Natalie's explanation and hanging up the phone after giving the order.

It's quite obvious what Wilnien meant.

She definitely can't go to today's event.

Talira put down her phone with a dark expression and stood there for a long time. The makeup she had painstakingly applied looked distorted at that moment.

But in the end, after looking at her phone for a long time, Talila turned around quickly, went straight back into the elevator, and took it back.

Meanwhile, Manager El raised his wrist, watching the time tick away on his watch. He stared at Talila's assistant, his face as black as the bottom of a pot: "Is this what you meant by 'coming down soon'?"

The others were also getting impatient and chimed in, "Yeah, it's been over ten minutes, why hasn't she come down yet?"

"If we keep waiting, I'm afraid we'll miss the opening ceremony."

"What a hassle! If we can't walk together, we can just walk alone! We can't keep everyone waiting here!"

Talira's assistant was also caught off guard and stood there awkwardly, at a loss for what to do.

They had been waiting down there for over ten minutes, but hadn't seen Talira at all.

That shouldn't be the case. When she left, Talila had already finished her makeup and should have been downstairs by then.

"Sorry, sorry, I'll go back and check again."

The assistant kept apologizing, but Manager El waved his hand impatiently: "Alright, alright, that's enough. You can go on your own. We'll be leaving now and won't wait for you."

So, Manager El, quite annoyed, led the other actors from Shield Curtain toward the awards ceremony venue.

Talira's assistant could only return to Talira's room to check on the situation.

But Talira's room was empty; Talira herself was not there.

assistant:?

That's strange, where are the Talira people?

Has she already gone to the venue alone?

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Meanwhile, in the hotel's top suite, Talila stared at the room key in her hand, utterly incredulous at what she had just heard.

"What's the meaning?"

Talira held up the room key in her hand, her chest heaving rapidly. If it weren't for the tight waistband that was pressing against her so tightly today, she would have really wanted to throw this all-purpose room key right in the young master's face.

"I already said that Xiao He clearly has no feelings for me. Even if I stood naked in front of him, it wouldn't have any effect."

Talira said, somewhat distraught, "What's more, what you're saying now—sneaking into his room with a master key, sleeping with him at night, and then getting the paparazzi to expose him—that's completely impossible!"

"I've tried my best to do everything you asked me to do, but I just can't seem to get it right! Why do you insist on making me do this?! And why did you have to choose today?"

Talira looked at the calm young master in front of her and was really about to lose her temper.

Most importantly, she simply couldn't understand why the other party made her cancel the Cannes awards ceremony, just so that she could go to a Chinese actor's room early to offer herself to him!

Listen to this for yourself, how ridiculous and laughable it is!

Talira admitted that she was indeed capable of using any means necessary to climb the social ladder and obtain better resources.

However, she still had some sense of shame.

What's going on in this young master's head all day? Is he a pimp?

Is this something that a large family like the Mecariler, a powerful and influential family, could do?

If this gets out, people will laugh.

But Wilnion remained indifferent to Talira's breakdown.

Or rather, from beginning to end, he only used Talira as a tool, and didn't even bother to comfort her.

"Anyway, you can go."

He turned his head, waved, and a man in casual clothes and wearing a mask walked out.

"He's the paparazzi I found for you; he'll be following you around."

Talira followed Wilnion's gaze and met his eyes.

The man known as the "paparazzo" was staring at her coldly, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

In his eyes, there was no appreciation of women by a man, no equality between people, and no eagerness of a paparazzi about to capture a scandal involving a world-class celebrity couple.

He simply stared at her, as if she were an inanimate object.

In that instant, the woman, who had grown up in the lower class, suddenly had a bad feeling.

She couldn't help but shiver.

"Was it really just to seduce her?"