Chapter 696


    Shawn kicked a chair to the side with a huff, shouting out, “I don’t give a damn about his reputation!


    I’m the one he stood up today! Look around, our whole crew, more than a dozen people, started


    preparing early in the morning and he just decided not to show up! And I’m supposed to care about


    his reputation? He should be d I haven’t called him out yet!”


    Everyone in the studio was startled by this sudden outburst. They all mmed up, not daring to


    breathe too loudly.


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    “But Shawn, he is…”


    “I don’t give a fuck about who he is! If he can’t be professional, he has no ce in this industry“,


    Chloe, standing nearby, pursed her lips and thought to herself. The rumors about Shawn’s bad


    temper were indeed true. Once you crossed his line, there was no calming him down.


    “Yes…” an assistant stammered in agreement.


    Seeing Shawn like this, Chloe wisely kept her distance. She pulled out her phone and made a call


    to herpany.


    “Can someone find out where Philip is right now?”


    The person on the other end of the line was puzzled but agreed to help.


    In a high–end café, Philip was leisurely sitting in a secluded booth, sipping coffee.


    “Philip, you’re way past the agreed time. Do you think this really okay?” Crysti asked, ncing at


    her wristwatch again.


    Without even lifting his eyelids, Philip replied, “What’s wrong? If you piss me off, you’ve got to pay


    the price.”


    Crysti stood there, bitterness in her heart. “Who pissed you off? mour, Chopard, the crew, or


    Miss Jete? Philip, Miss Jete is really popr right now, many people want to build


    connections with her. You’re about to start filming and you have your own movie to shoot, don’t you


    understand how important your reputation is?”


    “Shut up! I have plenty of ways to boost my poprity, and I certainly don’t need to ride Jete’s


    coattails. If it wasn’t for her and Chloe…


    His sentence trailed off, after all, Crysti was still his girlfriend.


    Crysti could read between the lines. It was because of Keira again.


    Crysti clenched her teeth, disappointment written all over her face. “I know you are prideful, but


    even if you don’t want to ride on Jete’s poprity, you should think about your reputation. If the


    media finds out about this, what will you say?”


    “I’m sick, I don’t feel well. Haven’t you ever skipped ss?”


    At this point, Philip’s assistant received yet another call from the filming crew.


    “I’m really sorry, Philip got sick yesterday and he’s on a drip right now. Once he’s finished, we’ll be


    right over! We’re really sorry.”


    Philip looked at Crysti smugly, “Did you hear that? You’ve been with me for so many years and


    you’re still so rigid.”


    Crysti’s expression turned cold, no emotion on her face.


    “How long do you n on dragging this out?”


    “Why the rush? Let’s finish this coffee first.”


    Crysti didn’t say anything else. Instead, her assistant awkwardly stepped forward to remind her,


    “Shawn, the photographer, really hates artists acting like spoiled brats. He doesn’t care about your


    excuses, you have to fulfill your promises even under extremely difficult circumstances. Once he


    gets angry, there’s no stopping him…”