After hanging up the phone, Bella Green tossed her phone aside and sat on the bed, starting to daydream.
The social gathering in Anna Green’s so-called circle, she had attended once before, and ended up coming back thoroughly embarrassed.
Just wondering, this time, who will end up embarrassed...
Although Anna Green didn’t say, Bella could somewhat guess that Mason Bennett might attend the gathering tomorrow.
How could Anna possibly pass up such an opportunity?
Bella propped her chin in her hand and started pondering whether she should also bring a man with her tomorrow, so she wouldn’t lose face!
But it seems there really aren’t any male friends worth showing off around her; Mason definitely can’t be brought along.
No way, Anna has seen him before, plus he’s just an assistant.
Bella irritably flopped backwards, hugging her pillow and rolling around a bit, not bringing a man — how embarrassing...
Just as she was thinking, the loud ringtone from her old phone sounded again, making Bella rub her soft short hair in annoyance but wisely glance at the caller ID.
The name on the display made her pause for a moment before she took the call.
"Director Bryce?" She sounded a bit surprised; she hadn’t expected Bryce Xavier to call her.
"Little girl, let me give you a warning, that Ivy Willis, her uncle is the chairman of Green Construction Materials. You stood your ground in the crew, but be careful of her pulling tricks behind your back."
This matter had been on Bryce’s mind for a while, but he hadn’t had the chance to say it; now he finally called after work.
Bella froze for a moment, then chuckled lightly, "I know, it’s fine, I’ve got it under control."
"Control my ass, don’t get played to death without realizing. If anything happens, tell me immediately; as long as she’s still in my crew, she won’t dare do anything outrageous."
Listening to the man’s words, Bella felt warm inside—his sharp tongue was reliable in key moments.
As she was thinking this, Bella’s eyes suddenly brightened, and she sat up.
"Hey Director Bryce, can I ask you for a favor?" Bella said with a sweet smile.
Listening to her soft sweet voice, Bryce Xavier shuddered slightly on the other end and then retorted disdainfully, "Speak normally, dammit."
The dismissed Bella: "..."
"Ahem, here’s the thing, um, I have a gathering tomorrow but don’t have a suitable male companion. Director Bryce, do you know any handsome, charismatic guys who look particularly impressive and can lend one to me for appearance’s sake?"
Bella spoke without blushing or skipping a beat.
After a few seconds of silence on the other side, Bryce’s annoying voice piped up, "Where are you going to show off this time?"
Bella was almost pushed to curse.
"Director Bryce, can’t we be harmonious and loving?"
"Of course not!" Bryce replied very decisively.
"But I do have plenty of fresh faces here. Finding one to pose for you is no problem, but in terms of remuneration..."
Bella rubbed her pulsating temples, took a deep breath, and continued, "No problem, but he has to be impressive, charismatic, charismatic, charismatic—someone who can wear even street clothes like they’re runway fashion."
"Tsk, you sure have a lot of demands." Bryce grumbled.
"As long as the money is right, who cares?" Bella rolled her eyes.
"Alright, alright, once the money is settled, send me the time and place."
Bella: "..." Why do I suddenly feel like a pimp?