Chapter 212
Chapter 212
Judson lifted his chin with a satisfied smile. Nancy’s glory was his glory too.
His Nancy deserved to be admired by everyone.
The Little Golden Awards were unlike any fashion show. Though it had a red carpet, it was more about films than the catwalk. However, Potter teamed up with Michael, the awards‘ biggest investor, to host a live runway show. Once the stars strutted down the runway, they could take their seats.
This year’s Little Golden Awards drew in every big–name celebrity you could think of, especially since Lena had recently become the talk of the town. The buzz was electric, and the place was jam–packed with fans waving glow sticks, making the atmosphere nothing short of a carnival.
Backstage, Cyrus gripped a bouquet, poised to walk in, but someone stopped him right at the entrance.
“Sorry, no entry backstage,” the staff member said, firm.
Cyrus frowned, saying, “Lena is my wife. Why can’t I see my own wife?”
The staff hesitated, glancing at the handsome man in front of him. But before he could respond, a sharp voice cut through.
“Stop spewing nonsense. Her husband is already seated in the audience,” Lenard said, stepping out from backstage.
Cyrus‘ face fell as he whirled around to face Lenard. “I just want to see Nancy for a second. I’ll leave right after. It won’t take long.”
“No way,” Lenard shot back. “The stars are changing outfits. What do you think you’re doing, sneaking in?” He signaled to the staff, “Escort him out.”
The staff turned back to Cyrus, more assertive this time. “Sir, if you don’t leave now, you won’t be allowed to
watch the show at all.”
Cyrus‘ face fell, and just as he was about to argue, Caleb rushed over. “Mr. Gordon, causing a scene might not be good for your wife’s reputation. Plus, I did see Judson seated in the audience.”
Cyrus hesitated. Though he hated to admit it, he didn’t want to cause trouble for Nancy. Frustrated, he turned on his heel, clutching the flowers, and made his way to the audience seats.
As Cyrus left, Lenard watched him go, a smirk of disdain playing on his lips. In the backstage chaos, he was the guardian, ensuring no one disrupted his mentor.
In the audience, Cyrus quickly spotted Judson and strode over, face like thunder.
Judson glanced at the man approaching him, his serene, almost ethereal face showing a hint of sarcasm. “Don’t bother with the flowers. I’m not interested.”
Cyrus‘ jaw clenched at that. “Judson, you treacherous scoundrel. How are you still standing here?”
“Tough being accused, isn’t it?” Judson’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “I hear you’ve been haunting Nancy’s studio, and yet, she hasn’t been in.”
“Do you even know where Nancy’s been these past few days?”
Judson’s taunting words stung Cyrus, especially with that mocking gaze. Rage boiled over.
“Judson, do you really think I won’t take you down?”
“Go ahead,” Judson replied with a cold chuckle. “Then Nancy can keep me company in the hospital.”
Judson’s smile was icy. “Cyrus, Nancy isn’t yours. She’s mine.”
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From the beginning, Nancy was destined to be his. Cyrus had stolen his most treasured gem!
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