FLASH MARRIAGE; CHARMED BY THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE CEO - Chapter 414

Chapter 414: I’m Sorry Sweetheart

“Somebody!” Sarah screamed even louder, straining her voice while sweating profusely. “Anybody! Help me!”

Her panicked voice and continuous banging sound rang out from behind the changing room door, piercing the emptiness of the hallway.

Just then, a janitor, who was passing by heard the desperate call for help. She hurried to the particular female changing room, her soothing voice calming Sarah.

“Hold on, lady, I will get you out.” The janitor said, while desperately fumbling with the padlock in an attempt to break it open.

“Thank you.” Sarah’s trembling voice echoed from behind the door.

After a few minutes of fumbling desperately with the padlock without success, the janitor said.

“Please, stay calm lady… I’ll go get help.”

“Okay… please hurry.”

Meanwhile, back in the audition room, Annabelle began to worry after waiting for fifteen minutes with no sign of Sarah anywhere.

And worse of all, the judges had all arrived with the casting director calling everyone to the stage.

“How long does it take to fit a simple dress?” Annabelle frowned as she dialled Sarah’s number.

But to her surprise, something started vibrating in her handbag as Sarah’s line connected.

When she slipped her hand into her handbag and discovered Sarah had mistakenly dropped her phone in there, panic seized her heart.

Without waiting any further, she hurried out of the audition room in search of the changing room.

On her way to the changing room, she accidentally bumped into Henry, startling him due to the worried look on her face.

“Ann, what’s wrong…”

Before Annabelle could give a reply, the janitor ran into the hall screaming.

“Someone, please, help me. There is a lady trapped in the female changing room.”

Without a second to spare, Henry and Annabelle, alongside a few staff members of the studio, dashed to the changing room.

“Sarah!” Annabelle’s panicked voice rang like a bell as she neared the changing room.

“Anna, please help me!” Sarah’s cracked and trembling voice sent a wave of shock through Annabelle. “The door won’t open. Someone locked me in.”

“Calm down, Sarah. I’m going to get you out.” Henry’s voice was a mask of fury and shock, as he tried to contain his emotions.

“What sick person would lock someone inside a changing room with a padlock?” Annabelle spat out angrily as Henry, with the help of others, tried to break the padlock.

After a few minutes of trial, the padlock finally gave way and Sarah was let out, looking completely exhausted and drenched in sweat from all the screaming and banging.

Instead of running into Henry’s arms, she threw herself into Annabelle’s open arms, sobbing softly, her whole body trembling like a fish out of water.

Henry understood, though slightly hurt as all he wanted to do right now was hold her in his arms and console her.

“It’s okay, baby girl, I’m here.” Annabelle cooed softly, while glaring suspiciously at everyone standing around, wondering which one of them would do such an evil thing to her friend.

“Is she alright?”

“Did she hurt herself?”

“Should we get the doctor?”

Different voices rang out each one empathetic and wanting to help.

“Let’s all give her some space to breathe.” Henry’s voice snapped like a whip, his gaze never leaving Sarah. “And if you know you have nothing to offer here, return to work.”

“Poor girl…”

“Who would do such a wicked thing to her…”

“This is one costly joke if you ask me…”

“Look at the way the poor girl is shaking…”

“She must have been there for a while now…”

“I’ve never seen Mr Gordon so angry…”

The whispers and side comments trailed as the majority of the spectators exited the room, except for Henry’s personal assistant.

Henry turned to his assistant.

“Carl, get me a first aid box.” He ordered, noting Sarah’s reddened knuckles.

“Yes, Mr Gordon.”

“And get me Timothy while you are at it.”

Henry returned his gaze to Annabelle.

“Why don’t you bring her over here to sit on the bench?”

“Okay…” Annabelle led Sarah to the closet bench and they both sat down while Henry knelt before Sarah, his gaze softened.

“I’m very sorry this happened in my studio.”

Sarah nodded meeting his gaze.

“Are you all right?” He asked taking her bruised right hand into his and stroking it tenderly.

Sarah tilted her gaze to the right and left to ensure no one was around before throwing her arms around Henry’s neck and whispering.

“I am now.”

Henry kissed her on the side of the neck before she quickly pulled away.

“We can put an end to all of this right now. You don’t have to….”

“No…” Sarah cut him off, inhaling and exhaling to compose herself. “Whoever did this wanted me to quit? But I won’t give them that satisfaction.”

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Annabelle’s concerned voice caught Sarah’s attention. “You look quite shaken.”

“I’ll use it to my advantage. I just need to retouch my face.”

Both Annabelle and Henry exchanged worried glances but they nodded to Sarah’s wish.

Back at the auditioning room, Deborah took the centre stage, looking radiant as she commanded everyone’s attention.

With her supposed competition out of the picture, she gave a jaw-dropping performance.

By the time she was done with her flawless delivery, which drew gasps across the room, scattered applause rang from every corner.

The panel of judges deliberated within themselves, their decision unanimous.

“Brilliant performance, Deborah.” Magdalene was saying as Sarah finally made her way into the auditioning room, looking more composed and taking Deborah by surprise.

“In the absence of any further competition for the female lead role..” Magdalene purred, casting a glance toward Sarah. “We have decided to…”

“Miss Magdalene, please… Let me audition.” Sarah’s sharp and pleading voice interrupted her.

“No.” One of the judges shook his head.

“Too late.” Another judge hissed.

“I had high hopes for you. But we can’t keep the entire production waiting for someone who is unserious.” The third judge said, her words final.

Whispers and side comments rose like a tidal wave as everyone in the room expressed their concerns, some in support of Sarah and others castigating her.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Magdalene smirked.