Chapter 359: A Warning Sloane Meant

Marcus Arlen quietly took a seat beside Sloane Bennett and raised his glass for a toast.

"My apologies for being late. Let me make it up with three drinks."

He downed three consecutive shots, maintaining a polished smile as he continued circulating.

At the head of the table sat Victor Morel, the entertainment mogul and CEO of JoyRay Entertainment, who observed Sloane with keen interest.

"Sloane, what suddenly sparked your interest in showbiz?"

"Just a casual whim." Sloane swirled her wine glass absently.

"My door is always open if you need assistance." Derek completely ignored Marcus's toast, focusing solely on Sloane.

"Uncle Derek, don't tease me. I know nothing about this industry."

Derek had been close friends with Sloane's father for decades, making her familial address natural.

A flicker of surprise crossed Marcus's eyes.

Now he understood why Manager Young had insisted he bring Sloane tonight.

"Mr. Morel, Sloane genuinely dislikes the entertainment world. She always says distance preserves beauty."

"Haha... Still as spirited as ever. And you are?"

Derek finally acknowledged him.

"Marcus Arlen, an artist under BlueMaple Entertainment. Two years in the industry with no notable works yet."

"At least you're honest."

"I wouldn't dare play games with someone like you."

Watching their polite exchange, Sloane suddenly found the entire affair tedious.

She stood abruptly. "Just remembered something urgent. I'll take my leave."

Derek waved dismissively. "Go ahead. I'll schedule tea with your father soon."

"Sure."

Marcus's expression darkened. Excusing himself to the restroom, he hurried after her.

"Sloane—"

Sloane halted and turned with icy detachment. "Yes?"

"Why the sudden coldness?" His eyes reddened instantly, tears welling on cue.

"Don't play dumb."

"What did I do wrong?" He feigned innocence, eyes brimming with hurt.

Sloane smirked, her gaze raking over him like a scalpel.

Marcus squirmed under her scrutiny but reassured himself—she'd always been soft-hearted and easy to placate.

"Marcus," Sloane spoke abruptly, "know the rules?"

"What?"

"I fund you. I give you resources. Your only job is to stay in line."

"Sloane..."

"Ask directly for what you want. Whether I grant it depends on my mood. But—"

Her eyes sharpened into blades. "Never scheme against me. Understood?"