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Emily Walker was stunned for a moment, following his gaze and seemingly understanding his intentions.
She shook her head, “Go ahead, I don’t really feel like dancing.”
If she danced, she would be in close contact with him. She didn’t want this friendship to become murky.
Hearing her words, Adrian Nash gave a helpless bitter smile, “Dance alone?” This was a waltz, how could he dance it alone?
Emily Walker was taken aback, suddenly realizing how ridiculous her words were.
She gave an awkward laugh, “Well… I, I don’t know how to waltz.”
To avoid such close physical contact, Emily Walker told a small lie.
But Adrian Nash didn’t seem to mind, taking her by the hand and leading her towards the dance floor, “No problem, I can teach you.”
Before Emily Walker could react, she was already being pulled up from the sofa!
After pulling her up, Adrian Nash suddenly stopped, turned around, smiled brightly, then reached out and took the small backpack off her, placing it on the sofa.
After that, he took her onto the dance floor.
Forced to join him, Emily Walker wanted to object, but when she saw his friends casting glances her way, the hand she wanted to retract was left hanging in Adrian Nash’s grasp.
Just that, because of his forcefulness, Emily Walker’s face showed slight dissatisfaction.
“Is it that difficult for you to dance with me?” He clearly saw her expression and felt a bit disappointed, speaking softly in her ear.
Indeed, a single dance doesn’t mean much. At a banquet, even strangers might invite you to dance, let alone Adrian Nash, who was considered a friend.
Was she overthinking? Maybe a dance wasn’t that big a deal at all.
She lowered her eyes, pressed her lips together, and when she looked up again, a smile had formed on Emily Walker’s face, “No, I just don’t want to embarrass you with my poor dancing skills…”
Seeing her agreeing, a smile finally appeared on Adrian Nash’s face, “No problem, I’m a great dancer.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he took her hand, put his arm around her waist, and began to gracefully dance to the music.
In another private room at Duke Station.Throne.
Baron Stuart watched the two before him. Somehow, his face was somewhat displeased.
“Mr. Stuart, may I know your thoughts?” With his unfriendly face, Rosanne Nichols’s fiancé felt rather inferior.
If the investor for the movie hadn’t suddenly backed out, they wouldn’t have had to stop filming all of a sudden.
With no other option, Rosanne Nichols had reached out to Baron Stuart.
But times have changed, she was unsure if Baron Stuart, who had once had feelings for her, would help her again.
She had put so much effort into this film and absolutely hated the idea of dropping it mid-way.
Looking at the two in front of him, then glancing at the relaxed Leonardo
Bryson, the fire in Baron Stuart’s eyes was almost enough to strangle him!
“30 million is not a small sum, are you sure this investment will bring me the expected returns?” Looking away, Baron Stuart relaxed on the sofa, looking down like a monarch.
The two people in front of him brightened at his words, Rosanne Nichols was the first to speak, “Of course, if not, I’m willing to compensate double the amount.”
Although she didn’t have that much money at the moment, she believed that this movie would surpass hundreds of millions at the box office, yielding unexpected results..