Chapter 83 - Conflict

Naturally, a lawyer was specifically responsible for the contract. After discussing the areas that needed to be coordinated with the filming, Laila walked out of the room with Roy, who was bored and had to carry the graceful demeanor.

As soon as he left the room, Roy's bones suddenly softened, and he stood still and leaned against Laila.

"Go aside." Laila pushed him aside unceremoniously.

"I was going to fall asleep just now." Roy yawned, and his gray eyes were suddenly covered with mist, which made his eyes hazy and added a touch of laziness. So that when walking in the corridor, people passing by will stare at him with flashing eyes as if they have found a treasure.

Laila stuffed the bag containing the design drafts into his hand and asked him to hold it for himself: "I didn't expect you to understand those. When shooting, you can do whatever I say. It's okay to make a movie. This posture shouldn't bother you, right?"

Roy was making eyebrows with a blond beauty passing by, and he heard her say this and grinned confidently: "Of course it's not difficult for me. But are you sure you want to do that?" He raised one eyebrow and looked at her ambiguously: "Now there are so many women who are fascinated by me. If I'm really famous, you won't be able to occupy me anymore."

The corner of Laila's eyes twitched. This brat is not an ordinary narcissism.

"Then I really have to pray to God that that day will come earlier so that the company can make more money from you. Don't forget that you still owe the company a large amount of money. You don't think you can pay off by making two movies. ?"

Roy didn't take her seriously at all. Every time she said it as if she would not stop without squeezing out the last few drops of oil, but every time he was allowed to enjoy various benefits.

Take the pay for it. Originally, a newcomer like him couldn't get tens of thousands of dollars in the first movie, but he got 50,000 yuan. When the first film was not released, the second film directly mentioned 200,000.

If you change to any other crew, let alone 200,000, it would be a miracle to get 50,000.

So he just listened to the cruel words she made to him, and he didn't even bother to complain.

At this moment, a room they were passing by suddenly opened, and a woman rushed out of it. She moved so fast that she almost hit Laila with her head, but Roy did react quickly enough to avoid Laila from getting knocked down.

"Hey, can you pay attention? This is the hotel!" Roy's face pulled down. Although the woman who ran into Laila was not very heavy, she was very fast, like a tank car. He did not doubt that if she was going to be hit, and it would hurt Laila for several days.

"Sorry…" The young man who followed out of the room saw an accident and was about to apologize, but was interrupted by the woman's scream.

"What's wrong with this hotel? Can you only leave?"

Laila just stood up straight from Roy's arms and looked at the woman, yelling and didn't feel that she had made a mistake. Her blue eyes instantly chilled.

Those are two yellow-skinned Asians, and the accent should be Korean. Both of them are in their twenties. The man should be slightly older, but not more than thirty. They are dressed very handsomely in Korean custard-style, while the women are dressed more gorgeously with heavy makeup as if they are going to a party.

Roy was initially in a bad temper. That is, he will pretend "I have completely changed" in front of Laila, and the essential rancidity is still hidden deep. Now that he met a woman who made him unhappy, his temper exploded.

"Yes, anyone can walk here, but if you rush out like this, don't you know that you will hurt others? Your eyes grow to the bottom of your feet?"

If you didn't remember that Laila was by his side, the fist he was holding had already greeted the woman's face. It has never been his precept not to beat women. Even his mother is a "bad" woman who can abandon her children and run away with her lover. How could he still show mercy to women?

The woman put her hands on her hips vigorously: "Who do you think you are? Is it great to be a model?" Apparently, she regarded Roy, who is handsome and well-built, as a male model because most of the people who come and go to the hotel at this time come to participate in Fashion Week. Designers and models from various countries. He is obviously not a designer, and women naturally think of him as a low-status male model.

"Do you know who he is?" The woman arrogantly pointed to the embarrassing man behind her: "He is a very famous designer. Believe him or not, can you not find a job?"

"Enough, An Miner!"

"Really? Then I really want to see how he can keep me from finding a job."

Two voices appeared simultaneously, one was from the man who was half of his body in the room, and the other was from Laila with a light but slightly angry voice.

It was just a minor accident that I almost bumped into someone. If the other person says I'm sorry, it will be fine. But the woman not only didn't apologize, but she also looked aggressive. Designer? She has seen too many designers, and she really can't find anyone who can say a word to make the people under her hand unable to find a job.

The woman wanted to talk but was pulled behind by the man and said a few words in Korean warningly before finally letting the woman shut her mouth.

"I'm sorry, Miss Moran. My assistant made a mistake just now and was angry with me, and then she turned his anger to you. I solemnly apologize to you here." He bent over and bowed to Laila.

Laila glanced at him suspiciously: "Do you know me?" Is her reputation already so loud among designers?

"I am Park An Shan from South Korea. We haven't met each other, but there have been some misunderstandings. I have always wanted to apologize to you, but I haven't found the right opportunity."

"Park Anshan?" Laila remembered when she heard the name. "It turned out to be the designer of the Catalina series."

At Milan Fashion Week in the first half of the year, she was interviewed by a fanatic reporter of Park Anshan, and some incidents occurred. It turns out that this person is Park Anshan.

She nodded: "What happened last time has nothing to do with you, so you don't need to apologize." It was just a movement made by the reporter herself. To be regarded as pride by South Korea, I believe he is also somewhat powerful. Moreover, I am more polite, which makes people not angry with him.

As soon as Park Anshan was about to speak, he heard that the voice behind him that was causing him headaches became louder again.

"Why do you want to apologize to her? You didn't do anything wrong! Is Moran great? Oppa will surpass your brand sooner or later." Apparently, An Miner already knows who Laila is.

Chapter end