Sophie Smith was at a loss for words.
Damn Asher Land, why does he have to scold her as soon as she wakes up?
"Asher Land, can we talk this out properly?"
Alright, talk it out properly, then.
So he began, leisurely recounting everything Arlo had done to her.
Sophie listened, and her face changed instantly.
"Look at you, what kind of scumbags do you know?" His tone held a hint of mockery.
"By the way, I’m going to get Wyatt Sterling’s movie banned by the broadcast authorities."
"Why?" Sophie asked uneasily. She knew Wyatt Sterling had poured so much effort into the movie, how could Asher Land simply say it would be destroyed?
"Do you think I can allow you and that guy named Arlo to appear on TV together?"
Sophie naturally knew Asher Land’s temperament; he would definitely follow through with his words.
"Arlo, he... he might just be new to the entertainment industry, too eager to become famous, which is why he acted impulsively. This time, this time I forgive him..."
She truly didn’t want Wyatt Sterling to suffer another blow because of her. The scandal last time had already caused him unbearable pain. He had worked hard to rise again, moving from in front of the camera to behind it. If Asher Land bans his new movie...
"You forgive him?" He sneered, "I certainly don’t."
"Don’t..." She got down from the bed, approached him, and tugged at his arm, "Asher Land, you’re the best."
Her tone even carried a hint of coquettishness.
"Are you doing this for Wyatt Sterling?" He shook off her hand, his tone slightly impatient. Thıs text ıs hosted at novel•fire.net
Even though she was, she dared not say it outright.
"Asher Land, are you really willing to let the movie I’ve been filming for over a month go without approval and get banned?" She changed her approach, hoping he’d show leniency for Angel City.
Asher Land remained silent, so Sophie continued to bombard him.
"I’ve been getting up early and working tirelessly every day to the set, wanting to seriously film, but you, as soon as my scenes are wrapped, you want to take it all down."
"Do you know how much effort it takes to shoot a movie?"
"And, I’m pregnant, Asher Land, are you sure you don’t want to listen to a pregnant woman? Are you sure you want to make a pregnant woman angry?" She countered with two questions.
She was indeed strong, bringing up all sorts of reasons.
Seeing that this move still wasn’t effective, she resorted to her usually most effective strategy.
She tiptoed, attempting to kiss him, but today, the man seemed not to be receptive, turning his head away, leaving her reaching for nothing.
Sophie felt a bit embarrassed, but also a bit defeated, yet she refused to give up.
She kissed his lips once more, though she managed the kiss, the person in question gave her no reaction, maintaining his aloofness.
She mimicked his usual style, using her tongue to pry his teeth open and then reaching inside. Asher Land snorted—this woman’s kissing technique was clumsy indeed.
"Could you give some reaction?" She let go of him, sitting on the bed. She had exhausted all her means, yet he remained indifferent; how could she be so unsuccessful?
"Reaction? What kind of reaction do you want?" He stared at her with interest, "Do you want me to do it with you, or..."
"I want you to let senior brother go." She replied truthfully.
Asher Land pretended not to hear her words, deliberately moving closer, revealing a hint of a dangerous smile.
"As you wish, I have reacted."
"Are you willing to let senior brother go?" Sophie’s eyes unconsciously lit up with hope.