<h4>Chapter 227: Chapter 224: Revenge</h4>


    July Media employee dormitory.


    "Okay, okay, I got it, sorry to trouble you, Ms. Wang."


    After hanging up the call, Tiana Harris seemed a bit dazed.


    Victor King had just informed her she would be ying a supporting female role, only appearing in five or six episodes. However, she had clearly heard there were two production crews inviting her to y the lead role.


    But Victor King had chosen this supporting role for her, or more precisely, Elliana had chosen it for her.


    Knock, knock!


    At this moment, the door was knocked, bringing her back to reality, and she hurried to open it.


    As she grabbed the doorknob, she hesitated, and peering through the peephole, she found it was a young girl outside.


    Who could this be? A neer?


    July Media only had three artists: herself, Be, and Joy Lyle, whom she’d known for several years.


    Joy seemed to have her own vi, unlike them, who had to stay in the employee dormitory. Although having a one-bedroom, one-living room, one-kitchen, and one-bathroom setup was nice, once you’ve had cake, you wouldn’t want to settle for potatoes.


    Knock, knock!


    The door was knocked again, and she finally opened it.


    "Hello, are you Ms. He?" The young girl standing at the door looked just abouting of age, or maybe it was her round face that made her look younger.


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    With a casual outfit of a white T-shirt, jeans, and a half-up ponytail.


    She nodded: "Yes, I am. And you are?"


    Upon hearing this, the young girl bowed to her and said with a sweet smile, "I’m Elliana’s appointed assistant, nice to meet you, Ms. He, I’m called Peony."


    Assistant?


    Was this the assistant Elliana had appointed for her? It indeed surprised her.


    After recovering from the surprise, she smiled and said, "Hi, you may just call me Tiana."


    Peony used to be Elliana’s assistant, but since Elliana felt that having Mu was sufficient, she assigned Peony to Tiana Harris.


    Currently, it seemed only Be didn’t have an assistant, not because Elliana had forgotten, but because she simply didn’t want to bother with Be.


    ...


    ―――Vicars Hotel.


    The sky outside hadpletely darkened, Ellianay on the sofa with a facial mask on, watching the man apply aloe gel on her arms meticulously.


    His movements were gentle and careful, eyes filled with tenderness.


    She gazed at the man for a long time, teasing with a giggle, "Norman Bet, you’re starting to change back."


    "Hmm?" The man lifted his eyes to nce at her, motioning for her to continue.


    Perhaps not knowing how to express it, she pondered for a long while, after all, when they first met, Norman was a youth with an indifferent face.


    Later, somehow, he began to be gentle with her,forting her when she cried, carrying her when she was tired.


    Gradually, he transformed from a non-talkative youth into a person with a warm smile.


    "Hmm... you’re as gentle as before, no longer so fierce and cold."


    The man slightly curled his lips, then put on an indifferent face again, "Only for you."


    "..." Is this considered a love confession?


    The man’s words hit her sweet spot.


    "Really? Why do I find it hard to believe?" Although she phrased it as a question, her face was all smiles, and if not for the mask, she’d likelyugh out loud.


    "Don’t move." The man didn’t respond to her but focused on applying aloe gel on her sunburned arm.


    Midnight.


    "Norman Bet, enough... I need to go to the set tomorrow."


    "I’ll take you there tomorrow."


    As the wordsnded, the man’s lips covered hers again, she let out a couple of protesting hums, clearly, the protest failed.


    The next day.


    a.m.


    "Norman Bet, I feel like I’m falling apart."


    She didn’t want to get up, not at all, she only wished to lie back down and close her eyes.


    The man sat at the edge of the bed, half-smiling as he looked at her, and in contrast to her, his spirits appeared much better, without the slightest hint of fatigue.


    To be honest, looking at the man’s face had a mysteriously calming effect, proving the media right, staring at handsome men does cheer you up.


    "Then don’t go, take a day off," the man suggested.


    The mention of taking a day off instantly woke her up, filming on set was intense, and they were scheduled to shoot on the desert location today, how could she miss that?


    Seeing her ready to get up, the man reassured her, saying, "Carina Windor had a heatstroke, we will go the day after tomorrow, I’ll go with you."


    "Oh, is that so." But after a few seconds, she realized, "Huh?"


    Norman Bet wants to apany her?


    "Isn’t yourpany busy?"


    "Not really." The man continued, "The folks from Will Global Films keep appearing near the ’Interster Immigrants’ set. Last time you mentioned John Walters looked like Shane Southwell, from today, whenever you go out alone, make sure to take a bodyguard, got it?"


    "What?"


    She was somewhat astounded, the presence of people from Will Global Films nearby didn’t prove anything, but Norman’s behavior made her feel as if it had been verified that John Walters was indeed Shane Southwell.


    "Is he Shane Southwell?"


    The man calmly stated, "Based on all the data, no, but it’s better to be safe than sorry."


    Hearing this answer, she breathed a sigh of relief, actually, from many perspectives, John Walters couldn’t possibly be Shane Southwell.


    But there was still some doubt in her heart, better wait for Luna’s update.


    After all, some things only Luna could manage.


    But the man wasn’t wrong either, it’s best to be cautious to avoid unforeseen circumstances.


    So she agreed, "Alright, I understand."


    "Good girl." The man stroked her hair, then as if remembering something, asked, "You bought so much cat food and canned cat food, and Lana won’t dare touch it without your say. Should we send it back to Mooke Vis?"


    Oh no!


    After returning from the g, she had left those items in the secondary bedroom, and though she sent the bags off the next day, shepletely forgot about the cat food and canned cat food.


    Realizing this, she looked a bit pitifully at the man, "Norman Bet, can I bring Little Lotus back?"


    Seeing the man’s indifferent expression, she knew it wasn’t possible, since the hotel didn’t have as much space as the vi, and Norman particrly disliked cat fur.


    She immediately abandoned that idea, saying, "The big ones are for Sister Phoebe, I’ll take them to her today."


    The man paused slightly, then said, "Alright, there’s nothing on the agenda today, I’ll take you over."


    How rare, the man actually had some free time today, no wonder he hadn’t gone to thepany yet.


    So she opened her arms wide, "Hug～"


    After getting out of bed and having a simple meal, they headed to the North City Peacheast New District.


    Recalling that thest time they went, the man was really upset, but that was because she had concealed some things.


    ...


    ―――


    Star River Court.


    "Sister Phoebe, are you home?" When they reached the ce, she remembered to give Phoebe Lyle a call.


    The person on the other line seemed to know she wasing, simply said, "I’ming down to get you."


    She quickly responded, "Okay."


    Since she genuinely needed Phoebe to let her in, to gain entrance, one had to have a key card.


    From a distance, she could see the security guard uncle driving away someone without a key card, his voice so loud it was heard all around.


    Clearly, the security guard uncle was very diligent.


    As they got closer, the voice grew louder.


    "I don’t care, if you don’t have a key card, I can’t let you in!"


    The other old man retorted angrily, "Hey, you old man! We were just ying chess yesterday! You forgot me so quickly?"


    Half of the security guard’s body was outside the window, spreading his hands wide, "ying chess has nothing to do with you not having a key card, staying in yourne!"


    Perhaps she was watching the fun too intently, the security guard quickly spotted her and Norman Bet, who was carrying a bagrger than her.


    A bag thatrge somehow seemed harmonious in Norman’s hands.


    The security guard shouted at her, "You don’t have a key card either?"


    Being shouted at, she instinctively nodded.


    The security guard immediately came out of the booth, opened the door for her, while blocking the other old man.


    The old man outside argued, "Hey? Howe they can go in?"


    "Those two are obviously bringing stuff in, but you just have a broken fan, who knows what you’re up to?"


    "You, you, you!" The old man was so angry he couldn’t speak, then suddenly realized, pointing at the security guard, saying, "I got it, you lost to me in chess yesterday, and you’re taking it out on me!"


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