Chapter 1445
Chapter 1445:
Margo nodded vigorously. “Of course. He was testing me. If I can’t handle a place like this, how could I handle filming with him in remote mountain areas p>
“If you understand that, then why can’t you figure out whether he intends to offer you the role?” Annabel countered.
Throughout the meal, Annabel had watched Sherman closely. He had likely seen something in Margo—qualities he’d been searching for—which was why their conversation had flowed so naturally from one shared interest to another.
It had been effortless and genuine. If Sherman had any reservations about Margo, Annabel suspected the meal would have ended much sooner, given his temper.
And besides, with Annabel’s influence, she would make sure Margo got the role no matter what.
“Annabel, do you mean Director Gordon will definitely offer me the role?” Margo’s face lit up with a radiant smile.
When Annabel nodded in confirmation, Margo couldn’t contain her excitement. She nearly jumped, forgetting for a moment that they were still in the car.
“Calm down. You’re not a child,” Annabel said, startled, quickly urging her to compose herself.
Blushing, Margo replied, “I’m just too happy, you know p>
Truthfully, Margo had long admired Sherman. Unlike so many people in the industry who carried themselves with arrogance, he had an approachable air that appealed to her. She even made a mental note to invite him for another meal if the chance arose.
“The director should contact you in a few days,” Annabel advised. “Keep an eye out p>
“Okay, got it.” Margo nodded.
Annabel dropped Margo off at her apartment, then drove back to the villa. By the time she arrived, it was already late.
She had told Rupert about her plans earlier, so when she entered, she found him still absorbed in work. Annabel casually tossed her handbag aside and collapsed into his arms, utterly exhausted.
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“I’m completely worn out,” Annabel sighed, tilting her face up to him.
Rupert set his laptop aside and looked at her, then gently rubbed her belly. The strange choice of meeting place intrigued him.
“What did you eat?” Rupert asked.
Lazing in his arms, Annabel found comfort in the warmth of his hand against her stomach, the simple touch easing her discomfort. “Just some street food,” she replied casually.
Rupert froze at her answer.
Noticing his reaction, Annabel went on to recount the day, explaining everything that had happened.
When he heard her story, Rupert chuckled. “I’ve heard of Sherman Gordon. They say he has quite a temper p>
A sudden thought crossed Annabel’s mind. She sat up and wrapped her arms around Rupert’s neck. “Rupert, if I had to go into the mountains for three months to film, with no way to contact you… what would you do p>
Rupert frowned at the question. He glanced at her and continued massaging her stomach. “That’s not happening,” he said firmly.