Large beads of sweat rolled down Caleb’s forehead. He glanced at his own short, stubby hands holding the beautiful, fragrant shoulder... A massive wave of grief surged inside Caleb, and he wished he could chop off his own hands.
I’m doomed, I’ve ticked off some jealous guy!
"Huh? Director Caleb?" Aurelia Shaw looked at Caleb acting strangely, and furrowed her brow with confusion.
Caleb himself is here today to oversee the scene, and Titan Jennings isn’t around. Could it be... a suspicion arose in Aurelia’s mind.
Caleb coughed, covering his mouth with his hand, "naturally" withdrawing his hands, looking up at the sky as he nonchalantly placed his hands in his pockets, filled with regret but putting on a serious face.
"Cough, cough, very good, keep up the good work, I’ll go check on the equipment, you get ready, we’ll start shooting soon."
Aurelia nodded, watching Caleb’s strange figure walk away, and furrowed her brow with suspicion. She turned her head and glanced in the direction Caleb had inadvertently looked — no one was there.
Huh? Did she overthink it?
Aurelia shrugged and stopped thinking about it.
Caleb, walking toward the machine, shed two streams of clear tears, took out his phone, and quickly posted a plea for help — "Excuse me: I accidentally made the investor jealous, what should I do? Waiting online, it’s quite urgent!!"
The phone dinged with a message, but it wasn’t a reply — it was Mason Nightshade’s text, delivered in that typical nonchalant but utterly cunning tone of a man: "This month’s investment funds are halved."
"That petty, vindictive man!!"
Numerous eyes turned to Caleb, and the staff secretly sighed: First, they "lost" a director, and now even the producer has gone mad. Sigh~ are they shooting a period drama or a ghost story?
Ignatius Yates adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, watching his own boss, cross-legged, elegantly seated in the nanny van, his well-defined fingers holding a phone, calmly sending out a text, and he sighed inwardly for Caleb.
The BOSS had taken an interest in Young Madam’s affairs at some point.
As their relationship improved, as an assistant, he was, of course, happy that the boss had finally found personal happiness.
However, when it came to "falling in love," the boss’s jealousy level was astoundingly terrifying. Sigh, Caleb was unfortunate enough to walk right into it. He must be careful in the future, making sure never to upset Young Madam, or he’d meet a dreadful end.
Well-defined fingers knocked on the glass.
Mason Nightshade frowned, displeased with the pitch-black car window, "Why is the glass so dark?" He couldn’t even see the filming set, let alone his wife’s face.
"Cough, cough..." Ignatius Yates cleared his throat, "Boss, if the glass isn’t tinted, paparazzi might photograph Young Madam."
Mason Nightshade’s eyes turned sharp, "Order all the major newspapers to prohibit taking sneak photos of my wife!"
Ignatius Yates surreptitiously wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Inwardly he thought: I’ve never seen you dare call her wife in front of Young Madam. Outside, it’s rumored that Young Madam chased after you, but I feel like now you’re the one chasing after Young Madam. Isn’t this called... being masochistic?
Ignatius Yates definitely wouldn’t dare say this to Mason Nightshade’s face, but he could secretly vent with such jests; otherwise, with such a monotonous job, he’d eventually die of boredom.
Thanks to Leandro Easton for the reward of 100 Book Coins, muah (～o￣3￣)～