Seeing Ms. Flynn’s completely indifferent manner, Bella Acker finally breathed a sigh of relief, but still felt a little worried inside.
Afraid that because of her own relationship, she might cause Ms. Flynn some trouble.
Seeing her worry, Sharon Cheney picked up a piece of fish for her and placed it in her bowl, "Elaine has her own discretion, let’s eat."
Changing the subject, the three of them continued to eat and chat about other matters.
Meanwhile, Vivian Norris didn’t actually go to find the director but instead left the filming location of the production and went to a secluded place outside, her face frighteningly gloomy.
The two assistants who followed her out had their heads down and didn’t dare to speak.
Vivian stood with a grim face for a while, then extended her hand, "Phone."
"Vivi, here." The assistant quickly handed her the phone.
Vivian took the phone and dialed a number.
It rang four or five times before it was answered, and a slightly frivolous male voice came from the other end, "Beauty, why are you calling me at this hour? Missing me?"
Vivian kept her face serious, but her voice was gentle and laughing, "Did Young Master Lynch miss me then?"
"Of course I did." The man on the other end seemed to deliberately lower his voice, "Especially miss the wild side of beauty in bed. Tsk tsk, just thinking about it gets me hard."
Vivian frowned but kept her voice sweet, "Liar, if you miss me, why don’t you come see me?"
"Haven’t been able to make time lately." Young Master Lynch laughed, "Beauty, calling me must mean you need something, right? Tell me, I’ll take care of it."
She had been waiting for this line.
Vivian finally had a slight smile on her face, "I want a certain someone’s resources to be completely cut off, not just her own but also those of the artists in her studio."
"Who?"
"Elaine Vaughn."
Young Master Lynch seemed to think for a moment, "Elaine Vaughn? Never heard of such a person."
"Yes, just a minor figure, can Young Master Lynch help me?"
"As long as it brings a smile to your face, what’s a little thing like this? Even if it means imitating King Theron the Foolish’s ridiculous deeds, I’d do it." Young Master Lynch laughed suggestively, "But if I help, wouldn’t beauty give me some reward in return?"
Vivian frowned, eyes showing disgust, but her voice was coquettish, even a bit jealous, "I’m filming abroad. Besides, there’s no shortage of women around Young Master Lynch, with or without me, you’re still dashing."
Young Master Lynch of course enjoyed this kind of non-confrontational teasing, "How could they compare to you? Beauty, just wait. Once I’m done with things here, I’ll visit the set."
"Alright, I’ll wait for you then. If you don’t come, I won’t care about you anymore."
They exchanged a few more flirty remarks before hanging up.
Vivian clutched the phone, sneering, "Want to fight with me without knowing your own capabilities." She tossed the phone back to the assistant and leisurely returned to the set, her mood evidently much improved.
However, they were unaware that after they left, another person emerged from the corner. This person was Damian Sinclair’s assistant, responsible for overseeing Bella Acker’s filming today.
Damian Sinclair’s assistant frowned slightly, then quickly walked out and got into a car outside the filming base.
Damian, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, was looking at a document in his hand.
The assistant respectfully and quietly said, "Boss, Ms. Acker is fine, but it seems her friend might have run into some trouble."