Wood crossed his arms, intending to explain the situation to Leah, but when he turned to look at the appearance of the guy beside her, he was instantly shocked.
Wood smoothly took out his business card.
"Young man, I'm Wood, here's my business card..."
"What are you doing?"
Leah hugged Colin, looking at Wood with a vigilant gaze, "Producer Wood, Colin Darling is mine. Don't even think about it."
Wood:?
"...You misunderstood. I just wanted to ask him if he's interested in entering the entertainment industry, seeing that he's exceptionally good-looking."
"Oh, I see."
Leah breathed a sigh of relief and casually put the electric baton back to her bag.
Wood enthusiastically looked at Colin, "Young man, what's your name?"
"Colin Thompson."
"Thompson, look at your features, your aura, your physique... absolutely impeccable, a great model material!"
Wood became more excited as he spoke, his eyes
"That's not right," Leah corrected her, "My Colin Darling is a thousand times more handsome than Wesley." Emily: … Is this the legendary beauty in the eyes of the beholder? Witnessed it now. As the two followed Wood and approached Director Brand, they greeted him with a nod. Because Leah was a newcomer, Brand took the initiative to have someone guide her around the set, highlighting some important points. Afterward, he assigned Emily to take her to the dedicated dressing room for the main cast. After briefing Leah on the daily schedule and self-management of actors, Emily, holding a small notebook, cleared her throat and began delving into some finer details. "Wood, the producer, mentioned that you're not very familiar with the entertainment industry. Let me introduce you to the people on the set first." "In this production, Wesley is the lead. You should know him. There's nothing special to note about him in casual interactions; Wesle
"I know Amelia's character, but this project has investment from Hudson Entertainment, and she's Wesley's colleague. I won't say much, but in the days to come, try to avoid conflicts with her. She's arrogant and has capital backing her; you're not her match.""Oh."Leah absentmindedly replied, then remembered something. "Today is the first day on set, but why haven't I seen Wesley?""There's no scene for Wesley today. He already told Director Brand ; he'll join a bit later." Wood looked at her encouragingly. "You don't have scenes today, but because you lack acting experience, we brought you here to observe and learn. Study well; I have high hopes for you."After Wood finished briefing Leah, he turned and left the dressing room.Emily came over, comforting, "Leah, don't worry; you'll see Wesley soon."Leah looked up, "Why should I see him soon?""Huh? Didn't you just ask about him? Aren't you looking forward to seeing him?""No
Standing at the entrance, Diana instructed him a few more times. Mitbahl remained calm. "Don't worry, madam. When I used to go on missions, I often played various roles. Never once exposed a flaw." After all, if he were exposed, it would lead to deadly consequences. Diana glanced at him, "Then put away your delicate mannerisms." "It's intentionally designed by me; many artists have quirks." Mitbahl exuded confidence. Diana looked at his appearance, scrutinizing him from head to toe. Indeed, appearances matter. In a khaki-colored overcoat, long hair casually tied behind his head, wiped-off seductive eyeliner replaced with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, complementing his handsome features. He transformed from an ambiguous creature to a refined and elegant artist. Even his delicate mannerisms seemed pleasing. Diana couldn't help nodding, "Unexpectedly, you look quite handsome in this getup." "Madam,
Mitbahl was shocked. Although he didn't understand Diana's intentions, the madam had already spoken. He had no choice but to sit back down obediently. Tullia sneered, "Even your assistant has more sense than you. Take a few minutes to consider. Make your decision wisely." Mitbahl rubbed his hands nervously. "Well, there's no need to think about it. I'll listen to my assistant; I agree to your terms." Tullia was surprised, "Why the sudden change of heart?" "My assistant gave me a moment of enlightenment with her words. I realized it in an instant." "Weren't you the one who said backing out makes you a coward?" "In life, everyone has been a coward a few times," Mitbahl said confidently. "Then..." Mitbahl was getting impatient, "I've already agreed, what more do you want?" Hearing this, Tullia squinted her eyes, said nothing more, and directly placed a document in front of Mitbahl. "This is
After a while, Andrew let go of Tony. Then, turning his head, he looked at James, who was in a daze, and said in a calm voice, "You must be curious why I haven't dated or been on blind dates these years. The reason is simple – I just don't like women." James stood still, finally coming back to his senses. His lips trembled, and his face gradually turned pale. Tony's face also paled. He hesitated before speaking, "Uncle..." "So..." James interrupted him, looking at Andrew with a serious expression, "You and Tony, you're actually... you're..." James couldn't find the right words to describe it. But Andrew nodded, his expression natural. "Yes." A straightforward word, yet another heavy blow struck James's head. His eyes blurred, feeling a buzzing sensation in his forehead. No, this was too much information to process at once. Andrew held Tony's hand and, looking at James on the verge
"You said Blue Rose would quickly send over the design! What's happening now!?" Poly demanded. "Well... she assured me the day before yesterday that it would be sent today, but suddenly, we can't reach her..." Tullia felt awkward and puzzled. Was Blue Rose really willing to jeopardize her own future? "What do you mean by 'can't reach her'? Is she trying to back out?!" "Ms. Poly, please don't be angry. I'll try to contact Blue Rose again. I believe she's not foolish enough to offend you. Anyone with a brain knows how to choose when faced with such consequences." Tullia tried to soothe Poly, then pulled out her phone and dialed Blue Rose's number. After ringing for a while, there was no answer. "No response again?" Poly, seeing Tullia's troubled expression, darkened a few shades. Tullia put down the phone, nodding slowly. "Ms. Poly, Blue Rose has sent the sketches! She also left a message, claiming she was too eng
Diana was a bit puzzled. "What's wrong?" John remained silent for a moment, then said slowly, "No protection." Diana: ... So, that's the reason. She squinted, then lowered her eyelashes, suddenly smiling. "No protection... it doesn't matter," she said playfully. Saying that, she raised her slender and straight legs, hooked them around John's lean waist, gently teasing. Full of meaning. Already on the edge, provoked by her, John almost lost control. He reached out, grabbing her unruly ankle. "Don't mess around, I don't know what I might do." "Is that so?" Diana raised herself, her hands wrapped around his neck, showing no restraint, but rather fanning the flames. Her eyes danced, enchanting like a forest nymph. She kissed his lips and whispered, "I'm in a safe period..." Upon hearing her invitation, John could no longer restrain himself, pulling her closer and pressing her
Joe stood still, her slender eyes sweeping across, landing on Poly's luxurious figure, and her gaze instantly lost its warmth. With a cold snort, she uttered three words, "She's not worthy." This blunt and incendiary statement instantly set the crowd on fire. If these two started a confrontation right here, it would be front-page news! Reporters immediately pressed on, asking, "Does this mean you have no intention of repairing your relationship with her and making amends?" "Never had any intention." Joe raised an eyebrow, a trace of disdain in her eyes. "I have no time to shake hands and make amends with a plagiarist. It would simply dirty my hands." Her words, filled with contempt, further fueled Poly's anger. Her eyes narrowed, and a surge of indignation enveloped her. Sure, Joe used to be on a pedestal, but she had become an internationally renowned design master over the past ten years. She was no longer the assista