He Chose the So-Called Sister Chapter 331: The Real Power

It was the aura of someone who had everything under control—the kind only true leaders possessed.

It wasn't overdone, just enough.

"I declare our official brand ambassador is... Sherry!"

Julia dropped her act entirely. She slammed her things on the floor and stomped on her jacket, a flash of cold cruelty crossing her face.

She'd never looked this vicious before, not even when furious.

"Fine! You made your choice. Wait and see if anyone buys this product!

"I promise you, you'll be lucky to sell ten pieces!"

She turned to leave.

But Sherry stopped her.

"This is Harrison Group business. It has nothing to do with you. You have your own entertainment company now—we're competitors. From now on, you check in before entering our premises."

Julia's shoulders shook with rage. She wanted to tear Sherry's face apart.

"Don't get so cocky! You wouldn't be anywhere without Lucas pulling strings for you. You only stand here because you leech off men. No wonder Gilbert never wanted you!"

Sherry snorted, "You still think mentioning Gilbert affects me? He's just a man so blind he can't even see your real face.

"Any man who treats you like a treasure is just plain worthless."

There was no longing in her eyes—only pure disgust.

Julia was stunned that Sherry didn't love Gilbert anymore.

She'd thought women like Sherry were all the same—brainless, loyal no matter how badly they were hurt, act tough on the outside, but fold the second a man sweet-talked them, and they would even find "reasonable" excuses for him.

But she could tell—Sherry really was over Gilbert.

That couldn't be!

It meant someone else mattered more to Sherry. She didn't even have to guess who.

Sherry was trying to steal Lucas from her!

Worse, men were just that stupid.

If Gilbert found out Sherry truly didn't want him anymore, he'd realize her value and start chasing her like crazy.

Two men fighting over Sherry? Where did that leave her?

She would never allow it!

Sherry had slogged all day, shooting till around ten at night.

The staff had left, so she headed home alone.

It was late, and she didn't want to bother Max, so she planned to walk to a busier area and take a taxi.

She stopped at a nearby snack stand to grab something to eat.

When she pulled out her phone to pay, messages exploded across the screen.

She'd muted her phone earlier to avoid interrupting the shoot—professionalism meant not checking calls mid-scene.

Since she wasn't a professional, she had to put in far more effort.

She'd texted everyone she knew to let them know she was working.

Only one person had blown up her phone and messages nonstop—Gilbert.

The latest messages jumped out at her.

"Sherry, you're still not answering. Are you trying to get Julia killed? If anything happens to her, I'll never forgive you!"

Another message popped up.

"Sherry, you're doing this on purpose! People like you deserve to burn in hell!"

They'd already fallen apart completely, ready to never speak again.

But Gilbert had actually cursed her to hell.

Even as friends, he had no right to say that. And they'd been married. She'd done nothing to him.

Being cursed for no reason after a long, exhausting day only made her angrier.

She remembered how she'd comforted him after bad days, stayed up with him when he couldn't sleep, woken up early to make him breakfast even if she'd gotten no rest at all.

People should meet halfway.

She'd understood him. But he'd never understood her.

"Gilbert, if you can't talk like a human being, then just shut up and go to hell!"

Once, she'd cared. She'd made excuses for him, thinking maybe he had his reasons.

Now she saw him for what he was—just plain toxic.

She wasn't going to baby him anymore.

Gilbert should have been enraged by her words. Instead, he didn't even register it, just sounded frantic and pissed.

"Sherry, you're horrible! You finally answer. Do you know how long Julia's been missing?

You saw all my messages and ignored every single one!"