Brett Dunn decided to be a good person and pulled her out of the water, saying, "Let’s call it a day!"
Before everyone could react, a sharp, sarcastic female voice came over:
"How could a script like ’Love You to the End of Time,’ which resonates so well, choose such a poor actress who can’t even handle a bit of water exposure?"
Everyone turned to look and saw a fashionably dressed wealthy woman, Madam Grant: Fiona Ramsay.
Eva Nightingale followed the sound and saw Benjamin Grant dressed in a red suit, perfectly tailored and comporting himself elegantly.
He had a face that could captivate young women!
Beside Benjamin Grant was Isabelle Nightingale, with a lofty expression.
Benjamin Grant finally spoke:
"The Grant Family initially invested ten million, and now, as the heir of the Grant Group, I announce that the Grant Family is adding thirty million more!"
That’s a total of forty million.
This was no small amount, and together with the Nightingale Family’s earlier investment of thirty million, it was a total of seventy million.
Benjamin Grant continued, "The president of Nightingale Group, and the Grant Group have reached an agreement to invest seventy million in the ’Love You to the End of Time’ production team, in alliance with other investors according to a board decision..."
"Isabelle Nightingale will play the female lead."
Benjamin Grant stated with conviction.
He paid no regard to the drenched Eva Nightingale standing nearby.
Though Eva Nightingale had braced herself.
Being publicly humiliated and diminished at the moment, her heart still throbbed in ache.
The pain almost suffocated her!
She felt deeply cold-hearted, as her father Amos Nightingale roughly cast her aside, not content with that but also granted Benjamin Grant and Isabelle Nightingale the right to humiliate her...
Six o’clock in the evening.
Eva Nightingale left the production set, feeling very disheartened.
She held a set of keys to a Lamborghini Aventador and a bag.
Inside the bag were the marriage certificate she obtained today and a signed note from her husband.
Oh yeah, she remembered now the many things she did today that seemed like a dream upon reflection.
Her manager, Bell, went on a business trip to New York, and since her incident, hasn’t even made a single phone call.
Leaving the production set, she drove her Lamborghini Aventador back to her temporary residence.
This flashy red supercar was a birthday gift from her little uncle Sebastian Yansford two years ago, bought at an auction in New York for 25 million, and it’s the only one in the world.
Sadly enough, now Eva Nightingale couldn’t even afford the fuel.
Returning to Villa No. 8.
Eva Nightingale tidied up the room, then took out the note from her bag, which had Lucas Knight’s phone number written on it.
She still couldn’t believe she got involved with such a person!
But was he really the rumored presidential candidate, Lucas Knight?
Anyway, since things had developed this way, Eva Nightingale thought no more about it and found the man’s number, sending a few messages.
Knight Clan’s secret sea base.
Limited edition No. 1 yacht.
Lucas Knight was in a meeting, his expression as usual, set his phone to silent, then opened the messages:
{"Crown Prince, where are you?"}
{"I’m telling you, Sovereign Capital is chaotic, lots of thugs. You’re so handsome, don’t run around, you might get kidnapped, I’m telling you! We have a handsome guy in our production team who was dragged into a small forest on his way back from filming at night and assaulted, couldn’t get out of bed for a week!"}
{"You’re such a worry, man,..."}
The messages kept flooding in one after another.
Lucas Knight’s face darkened dramatically.
This little minx was teasing him, playing him for a fool?
After all, as a lawfully wedded husband, confronting his wife’s check-up, the man curled his lips in a wicked and dominant manner, replying: {"You should change how you call me, from now on, call me husband"}
Eva Nightingale: "..."
However, since that message, it was already a month later before Eva Nightingale saw Lucas Knight again.