Vincent and I stood there casually, as if we’d known each other for ages, without any sense of discord. Especially with him casually putting one hand in his pocket, his gaze slanting toward my phone–it even gave off a hint of indulgence.
The staff member showed no reaction, only saying blandly: “The director is busy.”
Seeing George was useless, Caroline immediately took out her phone, made a call, and complained tearfully in a small voice.
After a while, Caroline handed the phone to the staff member. Though she tried hard to hide it, the superiority in her tone couldn’t be concealed: “Someone wants to speak with you personally.”
The staff member had just coordinated with the leadership and, knowing Vincent’s expression, opened the speakerphone under his oppressive gaze.
The voice on the other end was low with a hint of threat: “This is Dominic. If you don’t follow the rules, aren’t you afraid we’ll withdraw our funding?”
“Silver Moon Pack and the Ellington family’s reasons for investing in your production should be very clear to you. If my sister doesn’t get the role she wants, we’ll withdraw funding directly, and you can forget about filming this production. I have plenty of ways to prevent this show from being made.”
The naked threat was heard clearly by everyone present, and their expressions all changed.
Actually, investors arranging actors wasn’t uncommon. Sometimes for unimportant roles, people turned a blind eye, or both sides reached consensus–this was acceptable. Everyone also envied Caroline’s good fortune.
But this kind of blatant threat changed the nature entirely.
You could bring funding into the crew, but you couldn’t use capital to threaten and intimidate the production team.
Caroline smugly raised the corners of her mouth.
She’d been accustomed to being protected by her brothers since childhood. Silver Moon Pack’s background and everyone’s affection for her made her proud and pleased.
In such an environment, she had long considered herself a princess everyone doted on, expecting to get whatever she wanted.
Anyway, there would always be someone to stand up for her and pay the bill–she only needed to play pitiful and act coy.
She felt the director would definitely compromise.
“Someone here is live streaming! Netizens are calling to complain!” a staff member ran over urgently.
Hearing this, everyone’s expressions changed.
Caroline looked ugly: “What live stream?”
Immediately, everyone looked toward where Vincent and I were standing.
I smiled and waved at Caroline: “Hi~”
Caroline’s shocked and fearful face immediately appeared in the center of the screen.
“It’s you!” She glared at me angrily. If not for maintaining her image, she probably would have rushed over to grab my phone.
Vincent walked out with a smile, speaking to Dominic on the other end of the phone: “Mr. Dominic is quite arrogant.”
But he reached out and instantly covered my camera.
I had already recorded what needed recording and smoothly turned off my phone.
“Who are you?” Dominic’s voice on the other end carried wariness and suspicion.
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“Vincent Wentworth.” He casually stepped forward two paces, enunciating each word clearly, then gave the staff member a look.
The staff member tactfully hung up and returned the phone to Caroline
In the office, Dominic froze upon hearing this, his eyes showing a hint of gravity.
Vincent… how could he be there?
George looked at Vincent fearfully, understanding that Caroline wouldn’t get this role.
He glanced coldly at the staff member and said to the still dazed Caroline: “Caroline, we’re leaving.”
Caroline stared at me intensely, her eyes practically sparking with fire, unwillingly being dragged away by George.
George walked while making calls, saying quietly: “The live stream content just now… delete it from the entire internet…
“We’ll talk about Caroline when we get back. I need to go to the hospital first…”
The spectators also dispersed reluctantly.
But everyone knew what should and shouldn’t be said–no one dared cause trouble.
Vincent also took out his phone, made a call, and lazily instructed: “The exposure live stream from ‘Urban Legend‘ crew just–now–restore it with one click, and acquire two PR companies while you’re at it. Quote high prices to both the Ellington family and Silver Moon Pack, understand?”
After hanging up, he turned to look at me.
I smiled: “Don’t you think you have some moral deficiencies?”
Vincent rarely showed a confused expression: “Why do you say that?”
I snorted coldly: “Because being ruthless to the extreme means having no morals.”
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