The director originally wanted Elder Warren to stay for the cocktail party afterward, but unfortunately, Elder Warren didn’t enjoy these events and left right away.
However, the director wasn’t regretful. Having Elder Warren support the premiere, who else could boast such influence?
Looking across the entire entertainment circle... no, not just the entertainment circle, which circle nowadays could invite Elder Warren?
Throughout the cocktail party, the director flitted around like a social butterfly.
The fans had left long ago, leaving behind the media reporters, some peers, and investors.
At this moment, the director had become quite popular, surrounded by groups of people wherever he went, asking more or less the same questions.
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"Director, could you share Miss Sophie Wilson’s phone number?"
"We want to do an exclusive interview with Miss Sophie Wilson."
"I want to invest in a film tailored for Sophie Wilson, with you as the director. Let’s collaborate."
Right now, the director truly felt both painful and happy. He was a renowned director in the industry, but this level of enthusiasm was a bit overwhelming for him.
The most crucial thing was, Sophie Wilson herself had slipped away quietly at some point.
Julian Campbell even sent him a threatening text message: "If you dare reveal my aunt’s number, I’ll never forgive you!"
The director could only smile and dodge the questions here.
Ophelia Wilson stood by, holding a champagne glass that almost shattered in her grip. Her twisted features were beyond salvation by even the most skillful makeup, terrifying like a demon escaped from hell.
"Ophelia." Grace Wilson called her cautiously, apologetically saying, "It’s all my fault, I didn’t expect her to do this."
That Sophie Wilson was truly hateful, clearly, Elder Warren was arranged by her, yet she pretended not to know, shameless to the extreme.
Upon hearing Grace Wilson’s words behind her, Ophelia turned around, her menacing face completely replaced by a gentle smile, not leaving a trace: "How can I blame you? I should have known, she’s so ruthless even to her own family, imagine to those in her way..."
Saying this, Ophelia graciously shook her head with resignation: "Forget it, she has skills and means. She wants to develop in the entertainment industry, and I don’t want to be the obstacle she removes. I’ll steer clear of her."
"What development? Someone like her, what qualifications does she have to compete with you?" Grace Wilson was infuriated just hearing this, how could this little tramp Sophie Wilson have so many tricks?
Why doesn’t Heaven take away this bitch already!
"How does she not qualify? Now with Elder Warren’s endorsement, once the TV series airs... just watch, by tonight the internet will explode. Sophie Wilson will soon shoot to fame, becoming so prominent, she’ll be the queen of the entertainment industry." Ophelia sounded calm, with not a hint of jealousy as she analyzed for Grace Wilson.
"Her? Thinks she can become so prominent?" Grace Wilson sneered through clenched teeth, hatred flashing coldly in her eyes, "I’ll darken her prominence!"
"Grace, what are you planning to do?" Ophelia worriedly grabbed Grace Wilson’s hands, "Don’t do anything stupid, Sophie Wilson is on a roll now, you can’t beat her."
"It’s good that she’s on a roll. The higher she stands today, the harder I’ll make her fall tomorrow!" Grace Wilson laughed neurotically, her eyes cold like a snake hidden in the dark ready to strike.