Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 226: Chapter 226

I thought to herself, "A woman's intuition keeps me suspicious about this."
After the wrap party, the production crew had dinner at the hotel.
I remembered my promise to introduce Lindsey to June, so I texted her to come by the hotel later. I'd make sure to introduce them when I got the chance.
As the producer, Raelynn and I were naturally seated at the same table with the director and lead actors.
June was the first to take her seat, beaming with joy as she stared at her phone, her fingers flying across the screen—clearly chatting with York.
I greeted June and took the seat beside her. Leaning in, I said softly, "I have a friend who's a big fan of yours. Would it be okay if she met you later?"
June looked up with a playful grin and readily agreed, "No problem! Guy or girl? If it's a guy, no photos though—I wouldn't want Quinn to get jealous!"
I chuckled and explained, "She's Quinn's sister—just got back from overseas."
"No problem," June replied casually, then immediately lowered her head to scroll through her phone.
Meanwhile, Raelynn suddenly tugged at my sleeve.
I instinctively turned around and was surprised to see Wayne leading Clarissa to our table.
"Clarissa dear, why don't you sit by me? Let me walk you through the story of my new script in detail—maybe once you've heard it, you'll find it interesting." Wayne was a veteran filmmaker, renowned in the industry as a true theater fanatic.
It seemed Raelynn's earlier hunch was right—Wayne really wanted Clarissa for his new project.
But Clarissa smiled politely and said, "Thank you for considering me, Wayne, but my schedule is full for the coming months. I'm afraid I won't be able to..."
Wayne set aside his directorial pride and pleaded earnestly, "Clarissa dear, I can certainly wait until you're available! Let's just lock this in first—we can always work out the timing later, okay?"
Raelynn and I exchanged a bewildered look.
Just then, Clarissa's gaze locked onto me.
Clarissa curved her lips into a faint smile at me. "Mrs. Madden, I'm sorry for interrupting your date with Quinn last time."
I froze, wondering, 'Is she bringing this up to interrupt Wayne, or is she just trying to provoke me?'
Before I could respond, Raelynn cut in with a mocking smile. "How amusing, Miss Terell—you call Quinn by his nickname, yet address Natalia so formally as 'Mrs. Madden.' Anyone listening might think you always speak in such a passive-aggressive way."
Last time, Quinn ditched me to go with Clarissa to visit Julia.
Afterwards, Raelynn called to check on me and absolutely tore into Clarissa for what she'd done.
Now that Clarissa brought it up again, Raelynn, never one to mince words, immediately spoke up to stand up for me.
Hearing this, Clarissa looked embarrassed. She pressed her lips together and said, "Miss Novak, you misunderstand me. I've been frail since childhood and rarely socialize, so I may have lost my composure. My apologies."
Her voice came out in an artificially fragile tone, making it seem like Raelynn was the one deliberately picking a fight.
That just confirmed my suspicion—as a woman myself, I could clearly sense Clarissa's hostility toward me.
I thought to herself, 'No matter how good her acting is, no matter how perfect her disguise, I can still see right through her.'
Wayne frowned and said sternly, "Miss Novak, Miss Terell is not some scheming socialite. Don't make baseless accusations against her!"
"Me? Making baseless accusations?" Raelynn flared up instantly.
I quickly squeezed Raelynn's hand and shot her a warning look, silently urging her to drop the subject.