Strange.
Wasn't she full tonight?
No way.
He specifically paid attention today.
He saw her with two takeout boxes and even munching on a big apple.
"Angel, that's not cool at all! Cooking hotpot all by yourself in the hotel and not even giving me a shout-out. I'm starving too!"
Anthony ranted.
Diana held her forehead.
"Technically, I'm not alone."
Huh?
Anthony widened his eyes.
"What in the world? Angel, you're seeing someone behind my back?! I'd like to see who's got the nerve to snatch my Angel away. I..."
Anthony dashed inside.
As soon as he entered and laid eyes on the man at the table, his steps halted.
He almost thought he was hallucinating.
John raised his phoenix-like eyes and glanced over.
Their eyes met.
Anthony felt as if there were two ice-cold daggers shooting his way.
He shuddered and retreated to the door.
Clutching th
Anthony: "Angel, I haven't finished speaking! This is straight from my heart..." Diana calmly kicked him away. "You've had too much to drink. Go rest, we'll talk tomorrow." "No, I have to say it now, or I'll explode!" At this, John leaned back slightly in his chair, legs crossed, eyes slightly narrowed. Then suddenly spoke up. "Then spill it." The room fell silent for a few seconds after he spoke. Leo: ... Alright. Just successfully screwed myself over this time. Just hope this idiot doesn't drag me into his mess when he rambles later. "Angel, honestly, I've always felt like in this world, apart from me, no one deserves you!" Anthony held the bottle of liquor, his words filled with exaggerated emotion. He counted on his fingers, "Look at me, I'm so handsome, so wealthy, and so lovable... tell me, is there anyone in the world more outstanding than me?" Diana remaine
Anthony cautiously approached Diana. "Um, Diana, about last night?" Diana shot him a disdainful glance. "I never expected someone who can't hold their liquor to make such poor confessions. If you ever pull that in front of my man again, I won't bail you out." What... what? Anthony was petrified. "Did I... confess to you last night?!" He nearly bit off his tongue. Damn! Did he really have such a death wish when drunk?! "And that's not all. You even confessed love to my man afterward." Diana dropped another bombshell. Anthony: !!! He must be dreaming. He had to be dreaming! He couldn't possibly be this insane! Anthony weakly leaned against the wall, feeling numb all over. After a while, he snapped out of it. Seeming to recall something. "I can't go to the show's set today. I need to go home..." "Go home? For what?" Leo looked puzzled.
Diana inquired, "Yeah... Andrew mentioned you're not keen on going public with your relationship. Why's that?" Tony shrugged at her words. "Why else? Going public with something like this would be detrimental to both of us, especially to my career. The impact could be devastating." He continued, "Besides, my thing with you and Andrew is just a temporary companionship out of loneliness. Who knows when it might end?" Diana narrowed her eyes. "Big sis, you're denying your relationship with Andrew? I didn't expect you to be such a jerk." "I'm not." "Oh, you're not a jerk, so the jerk must be Andrew then?" Tony fell silent, momentarily at a loss for words. He reached out, ruffling Diana's hair. "What nonsense are you talking? No one's a jerk; you're just overthinking things as usual." With a smile, he added, "I'll head in first to check on the preparations of my group." With that, he walked away, leaving Diana behind
She wanted to obliterate this 'ugly monster'!But Diana remained unfazed.Seeing Scarlett charge at her, she subtly sidestepped, swiftly dodging her.In passing, she extended her leg, tripping Scarlett."Ah!"Scarlett hadn't expected this reaction.Completely unprepared, she fell hard to the floor, letting out a painful cry.Everyone on set froze.Once they realized what had happened, not a single person rushed to help her.They all felt a surge of relief, a release of pent-up anger.Comfortable!"Ms. Patel, are you okay?"Finally, Scarlett's manager was the first to react, urging the nearby assistants forward."What are you standing around for?! Hurry over there!"Godber reluctantly followed, reaching out to help Scarlett up.But she flung his hand away. "Get off me!"She sat up, covering her bleeding nose, pointing a trembling finger at Diana. "It's you... all your fault
"I do believe that the scene where she's hit was commendable, adding depth to the performance," Osbaldeston, the director, tried to smooth things over. Christopher exchanged greetings with him, naturally inclining a bit towards Scarlett. "The final scene, I recall it wasn't originally like this. Was it a last-minute change?" Tony, reclining in his chair, suddenly spoke up. Paul reluctantly nodded, "Yeah, Scarlett requested the alteration on the spot. It shows she's capable; it's just first-time jitters." "Well, that's quite bold. Especially considering that slap just now was undeniably real..." Tony smirked, offering his assessment. Paul felt a pang of discomfort. He knew deep down that the assistant deliberately slapped Scarlett. Now, Scarlett, in that state, seemed uncontrollable. He regretted taking on Scarlett, who had become quite a handful. Meanwhile, backstage was in chaos. People attended to Scarlett—fanning her, fetching water
This reckless little troublemaker! He'd erase the evidence and give her a harsh lesson! "You've picked the wrong place, thinking you're clever, but no one will hear your cries for help." "No mistake. I deliberately chose this place," Diana replied calmly. Rathbone froze. Before he could react, the girl in front narrowed her eyes. She let out a light snort. Then, swiftly, she raised her foot and kicked towards his abdomen. A heavy flying kick propelled Rathbone's 180-pound frame several meters! He crashed into a nearby trash can, dropping to his knees. With a loud "whoosh," he vomited on the ground! What the heck?! This girl seemed so delicate, how could she have such strength?! Rathbone broke into a cold sweat. He was completely dazed by the sudden blow. Diana approached slowly. She grabbed a handful of his hair, forcing him to meet her gaze. Though her eye
John hadn't said much throughout the ride. His expression was subdued, his captivating eyes distant and seemingly veiled in mist. It was quite apparent. His mood wasn't the best. What's wrong with this guy again? Diana was puzzled. She opened the car door. "John, I'm going now." "Hmm." "Am I really leaving?" John frowned. He seemed pretty concerned about Tony's matter. Just met and so eager to leave? "Four days." "Huh?" John caught her off guard. He leaned back in his seat, with a domineering air. "You said it would be resolved in a week. Now, there are only four days left." Diana cursed inwardly. Wasn't it because she was afraid he'd get the wrong idea, so she reluctantly shortened the time to a week? "Oh, you can relax. I remember," Diana nodded repeatedly. She remembered. But whether she'd come back then wasn't certain.
He spoke in a gentle tone, "Tony, I really wanted to talk to you. It's disheartening that you're not giving me a chance. I'm at a loss..." He glanced down, appearing somewhat uncomfortable. "Even though my popularity has risen in recent years, I never intended to take your top spot. In my heart, you've always been someone I respect as a senior." At his words, everyone seemed pensive. Was Tony holding something against Paul all this time? The impression was that these two had serious issues, but now it seemed different. Was it Paul trying to make amends, and Tony refusing? Who would've thought Tony was this petty? Amidst the murmurs and whispers... Tony, expressionless, replied, "Oh, barging into my room late at night with your assistant, is this your idea of respect?" Paul defended himself, "I was anxious when you ignored me, it was a spur-of-the-moment decision..." "I'm tired. Let's talk about t