"Huh?" The girl was taken aback, not realizing that her discussion had been overheard by him, so she didn’t immediately understand what he meant.
Anton Miller looked at her warmly, even curling his lips into a slightly wicked and charming smile, "Who among you hit Miss Sutton, Abby Sawyer?" he asked again.
The two girls were a bit shocked. Was actor Anton interested in the catfights between women?
But since he asked, it implied he had heard the earlier discussion.
So, the girl lightly pressed her lips together, extended her hand to point at a short distance, and said softly, "See that? The girl in the pink clothes, her name is Violet Sutton. She hit Angel’s assistant, Abby Sawyer. It’s said she’s the director’s..."
Before the girl could finish her sentence, Anton Miller, hands in pockets, turned around and left. He memorized the name.
"..."
The two girls turned to look at each other, finding it strange. He just left like that?
He didn’t go to trouble Violet Sutton, nor did he ask about the situation clearly. He just left?
So was he interested in this matter, or not?
Why did he ask?
They didn’t think too much about it, just that Anton was really handsome! Even his walking posture was so cool, and his backview was also so dashing!
It wasn’t until they watched him disappear from sight that they snapped out of it and didn’t think much further about it.
Inside the departing car, Anton Miller sat in the passenger seat, gazing heavily out the window. After a while, he picked up the phone and dialed a number, his handsome face dark enough to drip water.
At the time, Justin Kingston was in his office, seated behind his desk, approving an important report.
His personal phone rang. With his right hand holding a pen, making notes on the report, he didn’t have time to glance at his phone screen.
It was Jerry Garcia, who saw the caller ID and reminded him, "CEO Kingston, it’s Anton."
"Answer it, put it on speaker."
Jerry did as told and held the connected phone in front of him. Justin spoke while looking at the report, "What’s up? Speak."
"Give the role of an actress named Violet Sutton in the crew to Abby Sawyer," Anton Miller’s voice was low and deep.
"Reason." Justin didn’t seem surprised, merely uttering these two words.
"She slapped Abby Sawyer today. I don’t want to see irritants like her for even a day, it’s nauseating." Anton Miller sounded like he was in a bad mood.
Justin didn’t respond. After a while, it was Anton who hung up the phone.
He knew his brother would handle it. Otherwise, he would do it in his own way, and by then, it wouldn’t be as simple as kicking someone out.
And Justin’s goal was simple, to ensure that Anton could be happy, so he would definitely handle it.
"Did you hear that just now?" Justin asked Jerry while continuing to review the report, "I’ll leave this matter to you."
Jerry paused a moment, asking, "How should I handle it?"
Justin paused his pen, turned to look at him, "Do I need to teach you?"
"No, not at all." But Jerry really didn’t know how to handle it. Why did they have to manage things in the entertainment industry too?
Anton Miller’s car drove down the roadway, a red sedan approached from the opposite direction and passed by his Maybach...
Abby Sawyer was driving. She had just come from the hospital, and her mother only had a little low blood sugar. The doctor said it was nothing serious, and her father had already gone over.
At this moment, Anton Miller was already leaning back in the passenger seat, resting with his eyes closed, his mind full of Abby.
She actually got slapped... It must have been very humiliating and painful, right?
"Abby, don’t worry. As long as I’m here, I won’t let you suffer any grievances," he swore silently, then his articulate fingers clenched into a fist, feeling deeply guilty for not coming earlier today.
If he had been there, Abby wouldn’t have gotten hit.