The Billionaire's Genius Wife-Chapter 84 Talented

"Xander, may I know who is the female lead for the script?"

If Xander wanted to use Angela Lane, she would refuse. She couldn't work with someone who would spoil her mood.

Even though it sounded unprofessional, she didn't care. This is solely for the sake of herself and the movie.

It's a strange experience, never happened to her before. She doesn't understand why she feels like Angela Lane is her nemesis — just because Angela knows and is close to Xander.

Even though she knows the truth. Her relationship with Xander was only limited to a marriage contract. She isn't the real Xander's wife, but inside her, an inevitable part of her can't seem to accept that fact.

She slowly released a heavy breath as she looked away, worried and angry. It hasn't been a month of doing this, already making her feel this way.

Now she was starting to worry about the rest of the day. Afraid that she will fall even more profound and assume that this fake marriage is real.

Through the look in her eyes, Xander could see that this girl looked annoyed. What irritated her?

As he was trying to figure it out, a thought suddenly crossed his mind.

"Did the fight with Angela at the party spoil her mood now?" he wondered.

It wasn't just this girl who was upset. However, he was also like that. Seeing her being mistreated by Angela and her Manager displeased him.

However, he was also not pleased with her because this girl seemed to be avoiding the matter—she looked irritated but avoided bringing it up. Why?

"The casting decision rests entirely with Director Olson. So you're asking the wrong person..." Xander watched as her expression slowly changed — from an annoyed to an adorable happy-looking face.

"Why do you ask? Is someone bothering you?"

Scarlett shook her head. She smiled at Xander before responding, "No... nothing."

She will try to read the script with an open heart. She will professionally grade the script; if she likes it, she will accept the offer.

"About my company's script and contract offer, I hope you will judge it professionally. Don't accept it just because you are my wife..." Xander paused when he saw her eyes flash sharply at him.

He continued after noticing the gentle smile at the corners of her lips, "…and you can ask for whatever you want. I mean, what do we offer you? If it doesn't meet your expectations, we can renegotiate. I will fulfill it as long as you are willing to cooperate with us."

Scarlett was moved emotionally by his sincere words. She knew this man was very generous in offering them the contract value because Cruz constantly terrorized her into accepting their offer.

"Don't worry, Xander! I will read it professionally. And, about anything else, my legal and marketing team will take care of it..." she explained.

Scarlett didn't have time to be involved in everything in her company. She had paid dearly for the professionals who would manage her company. She only makes the final decisions for big things like new projects they will work on.

ραпdα n?νa| сom "Perfect! Oh, I remember you said… Tomorrow you will go to your office, right?"

"Yup! I will read your script before flying to Island B."

"Okay, I'll pick you up at your office, and we'll go to the airport together." Scarlett was surprised to hear that. She thought they would meet at the airport, but this man had time to pick her up.

Well, she's happy.

Because she can introduce Xander to Cruz and Aunt Lana. She couldn't wait to see their expressions if they met this handsome Xander Riley as her husband.

She giggled at the thought, but Xander, who saw her, frowned. He couldn't stay here long, looking at how adorable she was now — torturing his sultry mind.

And what's wrong with her cheeks? Why did she blush!? Suddenly Xander felt the air in the room rising.

'Is the air conditioner in this room not working!?'

Xander cleared his throat before saying, "Scarlett, it's already late. It would be best if you sleep now. You look tired..." Then he stood up as if telling her to go into her bedroom.

Only this time did Scarlett remember how tired she was right now. She stood up from her seat and walked quickly to her room, hiding her blushing face. But before she entered her bedroom, she remembered Angela Lane.

She stopped in her tracks and looked at Xander who was walking slowly behind her. "Xander... I..." She paused, confused about whether it was right to ask Xander to do it!?

Xander, who was opening his bedroom door, suddenly stopped. He looked at her.

They were only two steps away, allowing Scarlett to smell his unique scent, which was already well-recorded in her mind.

"Yes, what is it?" Xander asked. 𝒷𝓮𝒹𝓃ℴ𝓿𝓮𝓁.𝓬𝓸𝓂

"It's about Angela Lane." She tried to keep a calm expression. "I owe her some money, but I don't know her contact or bank account. Mmm... can I pay her through you?"

Since Angela Lane's manager hasn't contacted her yet, here's a way that comes to mind to solve the problem, asked Xander. She didn't want Angela and her manager to think of her as irresponsible.

There was a long pause after Scarlett said her words. Xander didn't say anything. He just stood there rubbing his forehead as he stared at her. It was an awkward situation for Scarlett to meet his eyes.

Before she wanted to say something, Xander said, "Why do you think like that?" His voice definitely didn't sound friendly.

"Aren't you the boyfriend!?" asked Scarlett innocently.

Another long silence...

They didn't say any words. They only stared at each other.

While Xander looked calm, not showing any expression, Scarlett was the opposite.

She felt like disappearing from that place. The situation was extremely awkward. Gosh!! Now she regrets asking him that.

"Scarlett, it looks like you're talented as a script writer too... you sure have a lot of imagination!" The corners of his lips lifted slightly to form a faint smile.

"I told you. I will never have a relationship with a woman as long as we are married. So please don't ever assume that." He continued and entered his bedroom without giving her a chance to say anything.

Scarlett, "..."