Hearing that, Andrew turned around. "What's wrong? Did you change your mind again?" Looking at Andrew's faint smile, Gian was so angry that he gnashed his teeth. However, he had no choice but to put on a straight face and ask, "What are your conditions?" "You're indeed a smart person. I like dealing with smart people the most." Mr. Valentine felt that the other party's sweet words were not pleasant at all, and even made him run out of patience. "Andrew, don't waste our time." "Great, then I'll get straight to the point." He looked around and motioned for Gian to come closer. Gian felt disgusted in his heart, but he didn't show it. He went over obediently. Andrew whispered a few words in Gian's ear, and his expression was unfathomable. When Gian heard this, his face changed. "Are you sure Beau isn't dead?" "Of course." "Okay, I agree." Andrew smiled happily and reached out his hand to Gian. "Then,
Just as the father and son were in a stalemate, the bodyguards around them looked at each other in dismay. Finally, a man with a buzz cut and a tall nose said, "Do you really know how Elias died?" Matthew nodded. "Of course." Gian was filled with hatred. It took him a lot of effort to subdue Elias's men and lure them with great benefits, which cost him a lot of money. But now, Matthew came to make trouble again. How could he do that? "Don't listen to him. He has been standing with Beau for a long time. He will definitely help Beau hide the truth and push the blame to others!" Hearing this, Matthew looked back at him faintly. Gian raised his voice and said, "Am I wrong? You don't even want me, your biological father. Instead, you want to be Beau's son. Unfortunately, he died early and has two sons. He didn't leave you any inheritance." Matthew felt very uncomfortable by Gian's sarcastic words. Hearing this, Roseane frowned slightly.
"I'm a reasonable person so I should be tricked by you?" Zeb took a sip of tea leisurely, with an enigmatic look on his face. Eliza raised her eyebrows. "Mr. Bell, how's the tea?" "Not bad." Zeb took another sip. Eliza picked up Liliana from the side and pointed at Braint and Demarion. "Aren't the babies cute?" Zeb's eyelids twitched and he fell silent. "I heard that Mr. Bell has a script that talks about children as special agents and you think highly of our children." Zeb was utterly defeated. He sighed and put down the teacup. "Tell me, what do you want to do?" Eliza and Beau looked at each other and smiled. "Mr. Bell, I won't make things difficult for you. As long as you release a little bit of the behind-the-scenes footage, I will give you two cans of good tea." Zeb was anxious. "What about Braint and the others?" Eliza raised her eyebrows. "That will depend on Mr. Bell's sincerity." Zeb was speech
Graciana looked at Julian and silently shed tears. Julian had wanted to threaten her, but when he saw her tears, he panicked. "Don't cry. Why are you crying?" Graciana took the tissue handed over by Julian, wiped her tears, and cried silently without paying attention to him. Julian immediately raised his hand and surrendered. "Okay, I'll listen to you." "If you don't want to eat, then don't eat. I'll get you some chicken soup later." "Don't cry, okay? If your tears touch the wound, you will cry out in pain again." Julian was so nervous that he apologized to Graciana repeatedly. Seeing that this trick worked, Graciana's tears fell even more fiercely. Julian was very helpless. "Don't cry. I know I'm wrong. I'll repost it now, okay?" With this, he took out his mobile phone. The rest of the crew reposted it last night. Although there were no texts, they cooperated to promote it. Graciana slowly stopped crying and secre
No matter what Andrew thought, it was the press conference the next day. The location was in Hason Hotel, close to Mr. Bell's personal film and television city, but it was not within the range of the film and television city. Although the notice was late and it was not very grand, none of the media that should have come to this press conference was absent. The open-air platform on the top floor of the hotel was surrounded by countless cameras. A row of long tables in the middle were now full of people. Hamza, Shreya, Vincent, Julian, Sachin, Roseane, Eliza... And Beau, who was wearing a mask and a hat. The shutter didn't stop. Hamza and Shreya rarely showed up within the country, but it didn't mean that they were not famous. Because of the exposure of Eliza's family background, Eliza's parents were often discussed by others. Therefore, many media reporters recognized their identities the moment they saw them. They were about
"Andrew? Who is he?" "Didn't he just say that he is related to Dewfall International? It should be a high-level official." "Is there any personal grievance between Dewfall International and Beau?" "How can killing Mr. Valentine benefit Andrew?" "He sounds like a foreigner. He's definitely not someone kind." Because Beau's power was usually too strong, it was as if he was telling everyone a fact when he said these words. No one doubted the authenticity of his words. Many media reporters on the scene began to discuss who Andrew was and why he had to deal with Beau. The scene was noisy. Beau raised his hand slightly. There was a dead silence. Beau picked up the microphone and continued, "Dewfall International is a newly acquired entertainment company. Andrew is its actual owner. In addition, he has another identity." "Gabriel once said that he has a powerful uncle who could help him clear all obstacles in the entertainment indust
Andrew smashed another bottle of wine. His face was really ugly, even uglier than when he knew that his mother had been killed by Ethan. He had never dreamed that Beau would be able to set up a scheme when he was so seriously injured and when he learned that his wife and the others were in trouble because of Chester. Unconsciously, he also bought the shares of Dewfall International. He was careless. He was too proud of himself. How could an opponent of Beau's level be defeated so easily? Andrew was annoyed, but he didn't show it on the surface. "When is the board meeting?" "At ten o'clock tomorrow morning, in the office of Star-Moon Media." Andrew raised his head. "What?" He didn't seem to hear it clearly, but he also seemed to be in disbelief. The assistant also felt that Beau was too arrogant. He dared to provoke Andrew just because he had escaped from death. He moved the board of directors of Dewfall Internation
Silence fell upon the ward. Eliza just looked at Graciana and did not speak for a long time. Graciana waited for Eliza's reply, but she didn't receive a reply for a long time. For a moment, she felt guilty, so she raised her hand and secretly glanced at Eliza with one of her eyes. Eliza pursed her lips tightly, looking like she was about to lose her temper. For some reason, Graciana panicked. She moved her hand away from her face and emphasized, "It's not suitable for me to be your agent now. So, for everyone's benefit, I'd better find a new agent for you as soon as possible." "What do you mean by doing this for everyone's benefit?" Eliza interrupted her. Under Eliza's forceful gaze, Graciana swallowed her saliva with difficulty. "For you or for me?" "If it's for your own good, I don't think it's a good thing for you to quit a high salary job." "Besides, for me, how do you know that the new agent is good for me?" Gracian