The Executive Assistant, who had been with Chester the longest, instantly understood his intention with one glance.
He immediately walked to the side and picked up a chair, then brought it to Evelyn Sherman.
“Miss Sherman, please sit.
The real show has just begun.”
“…”
Evelyn was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Chester Yale.
Seeing that he wasn’t even looking at her, she lowered her eyes in disappointment, “Thank you.”
She was hoping for something from Chester, who currently despised her so much that it was impossible for him to ask the Assistant to get a chair for her.
But what did the Assistant mean by “the real show”?
Thinking about the ice-cold beer Chester had mentioned earlier, she suddenly snapped back to reality and turned to look at him with wide-open eyes.
Was he intentionally messing with Anna Rivers?
But why?
Could it be because of her…
Evelyn’s heart suddenly began to pound violently, as if it would burst out of her chest the second.
She held her chest with both hands, staring intently in Chester’s direction.
Was he really suggesting a change in the film due to Anna Rivers dousing her with a bottle of water just now?
In his heart, did he still care for her just a little bit?
But his eyes were so cold, and he didn’t even glance at her properly before walking away from her.
There’s no way he would care for her…
Evelyn bit her lip, reminding herself not to fantasize, as Chester hated her so much that there’s no way he would help her.
She looked up, at the newly arranged set, but her peripheral vision couldn’t help but drift towards Chester sitting beside her.
She sneaked a peek at him and before she had the chance to look away, Chester suddenly turned his head.
His deep dark eyes firmly caught her prying gaze.
Evelyn held her breath like a thief, wanting to turn her head, but her neck was stiff and couldn’t move.
She stared at him with wide-open eyes, without averting her gaze.
However, Chester’s gaze only swept across her face for a second before coldly shifting away.
He withdrew his eyes and coldly stared at the front.
“…”
Evelyn wilted.
She really was being too self-absorbed.
He didn’t even want to look at her, let alone help her get back at Anna Rivers just to vent her anger.
He was just protecting the Yale Group’s interests as an investor.
The scene of Anna being doused with beer was re-filmed.
Anna managed to endure having ice-cold beer splashed on her face, all to make a good impression in front of Chester.
Watching Anna make a fool of herself should’ve made her happy.
But thinking about how Anna did all these things just to get closer to Chester, she felt suffocated.
Finally, the reshooting was done, and the director noticed her waiting on the sideline.
“Miss Sherman, thank you for waiting so long.
Let me introduce you to the….” The director’s sentence wasn’t even finished when Chester stood up from his chair and turned to leave.
The director’s hand was left hanging in mid-air, unsure whether to continue speaking or not.
Evelyn was just as awkward.
She knew that he hated her and didn’t want to see her, or else he would’ve returned to the villa in a week’s time.
But after seeing him walk away from her so coldly twice, her heart still ached like it was being squeezed.
“Evelyn Sherman, I really pity you.
Mr.
Chester probably can’t even stand talking to you now, right?
If I were you, I would hide and not show my face, so I don’t dirty other people’s eyes!”
Anna Rivers, wrapped in a thick bathrobe, walked arrogantly in front of Evelyn Sherman.
Her face, which had been splattered with ice-cold beer, was a mixture of bluish-green and purple, making it a gruesome sight to behold.