"Oh, it’s nothing, there’s something on your shoulder." After saying this, Arlo deliberately flicked her shoulder lightly twice.
Sophie Smith didn’t think much of it and followed him into the already booked private room.
Arlo called over the waiter, signaling that they could start serving the food.
Though Sophie wasn’t really hungry, since someone was inviting her to dinner, she still had to make some effort to cooperate.
"Senior Sophie, here, I’m toasting you with a glass of wine, thanking you for looking after me in the crew."
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"I’m sorry, I can’t drink." Looking at the full glass of wine Arlo handed her, she refused.
How could a pregnant woman be drinking?
"Senior Sophie, you’re really not giving me any face, huh? Just take a small sip, that’s all it takes to show goodwill." Arlo poured out a large part of the wine, leaving only a small sip.
Alright, Sophie had no choice but to take the glass.
She took a sip, then picked up her chopsticks, ready to grab the food in front of her.
However, she just couldn’t get a grip on it, her head felt dizzy, how did the alcohol hit so quickly?
She propped her head up, trying to stay awake.
Arlo sat beside her, just watching coldly, waiting for her to pass out.
Sophie finally couldn’t hold on and slumped over the table.
Only then did Arlo get up and take out his phone.
"Brother Faye, she’s passed out. Should I take her to a hotel room now?"
The man Arlo was calling Brother Faye was Arlo’s current agent.
"Yes, pay attention to the angle, so the paparazzi can get clear shots, preferably with her face visible."
The real purpose of Arlo inviting Sophie to dinner wasn’t so innocent. Sophie’s popularity was completely above his own, and as a newcomer, he wouldn’t become famous unless the agency promoted him.
So he discussed with his agent to use Sophie to stir up a scandal. They even paid the paparazzi to take photos secretly. If the photos of him and Sophie entering a hotel room got out tomorrow, it would likely cause a major stir, and he could use it to increase his visibility.
He targeted Sophie because he thought she was totally unsuspecting of him.
He supported her as he walked out.
Asher Land arrived at the location Sophie had mentioned and gave her a call.
Hah, thinking she could leave him behind and have dinner with someone else?
But the phone rang for a long time without anyone answering.
Asher was very annoyed and threw his phone to the side impatiently.
"President Land, there’s someone sneaking around up ahead, looks like a paparazzo," Robert Williams, sitting in the driver’s seat, suddenly spoke up.
Asher followed Robert’s gaze and saw a man in a black hoodie and cap hiding behind a flower pillar at the hotel’s entrance, with a camera hanging in front of his neck.
Asher furrowed his brow in thought. Sophie came here to eat, but there were paparazzi hanging around. Could they be here to photograph her?
"Go down, use any means necessary, and get that person’s camera."
Robert nodded in agreement, then opened the car door and got out.
As for the means to use, Robert opted for the simplest and most direct method.
He quickly took the paparazzo down, grabbed his camera, and handed it to Asher.