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Chapter 101 Comforting George Neal sat beside Milly. His posture was straight and formal. The solemn demeanour made him seem as if he were attending a business meeting.

Alan and George, who were across from each other, continued their lively conversation. He was passionately discussing the selling points of the movie. George, however, seemed a bit impatient. His brow furrowed in frustration.

Both men looked exhausted, but no one mentioned ending this seemingly pointless dinner.

Milly couldn't help but sighed. It seemed tough for everyone; even a business mogul couldn't just walk out when he felt like it.

Alas! The times are tough. Making money isn't easy.

Wait a minute...

Thinking about this, she couldn't help but knock on her head. How could a struggling worker like her feel sorry for a wealthy capitalist? She must be losing it. They probably made more in an hour than she could earn in a month.

Focus on yourself, she reminded herself. There's no need to worry about others.

Taking a deep breath, she suppressed her chaotic thoughts and looked at Neal with a professional smile.

"Mr. Neal, thank you for everything today. I would like to toast you." Neal was startled by the sudden toast. He was momentarily at a loss, as he hadn't really helped her much today. Why was she thanking him? Nevertheless, his well-honed actor's reflexes kicked in. He quickly picked up his glass and smiled, clinking it with hers. "Not at all; I didn't do much" Milly's smile grew more genuine, and she said, "You're too humble." After the brief exchange, they both downed their drinks.

Milly's cheeks flushed slightly after the drink. Probably the wine was strong; her eyes were misting over as if she were about to cry. It made her look even more endearing.

Neal swallowed hard, and his throat suddenly felt dry.

Though he aimed to get close to Stephanie, it didn't stop him from appreciating other beautiful pel and things. Milly's every move seemed to tug at his heartstrings.

Milly noticed his blatant stare and felt uncomfortable. The physical revulsion made her stomach churn. Since he had saved her earlier, she forced herself to suppress the feeling and smile at him. That smile left Neal completely mesmerised Alan, who sat across George, suddenly felt the air around them grow colder. He shivered involuntarily. Chapter 101 Comforting George George saw Milly talking to a pretty boy and then smiling at an unattractive man beside her. Furious, he slammed his fork onto his plate.

She truly was amazing, smiling brightly at everyone except him. She always had a troubled expression for him. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

The tense atmosphere reached even Danny, who was seated halfway across the table. Milly, however, was oblivious. She was still chatting cheerfully with the other men.

Danny wiped the sweat from his brow. What a disaster! Since George was about to flip the table, Danny quickly stood up and said, "Mr. Hawkins, Mr. Tate has sthoughts on the character Giselle. After all, the company is investing in this film to win awards." Alan had struggled to keep George engaged, but he brightened at Danny's timely intervention.

He looked at Danny like he was a saviour.

"Hey! What a coincidence! The actress who played Giselle is right here." He stood up, motioning for Milly to join them. Alan called out, "Milly, csit next to Mr. Tate and listen to his suggestions.

Milly was midway through chewing on a rib when someone abruptly called out to her.

She couldn't help but frown at Alan's remark. The role was important, but was it significant enough for the investor to personally give acting advice? Professionals should handle matters related to their field. Why did an outsider need to get involved? "Mr. Hawkins, I don't think we need to add more requirements for this role. Giselle is a very straightforward character." With Milly's refusal, the surrounding temperature dropped even further, and the air was now cut with cold.

tension.

Neal, sitting beside George, quickly stood up with a pale face. He said, "Milly, you should listen to Mr. Tate's suggestions. Acting isn't something you can figure out on your own." He dared not stay near George any longer. The oppressive atmosphere made it hard to breathe; his heart felt like it might stop at any moment.

It was terrifying. Any longer, and he might pass out.

Seeing the now-empty seat, Milly knew she couldn't refuse any longer.

She sighed quietly, then looked up at the man at the table's centre, whose face had darkened as if he were ready to unleash fury at any moment.

How annoying. Every tthis man got angry, she had to deal with it.

She had no choice but to go over, now that the seat had been free for her.

Milly was forced to accept hef fate and take a seat beside George. Milly plastered on a fake smile and started buttering him up.

She asked, "Mr. Tate, do you have any specific suggestions for my role?" Chapter 101 Comforting George

As she sat down, George's murderous aura lessened, though he didn't show it. He remained cold and aloof. saying. I'm hungry." Milly's forced smile froze on her face. What the hell does he mean by this? If you're hungry, just eat! Tellingyou're hungry doesn't solve anything! Wait! That's not the point. The point is, you said you had suggestions. Just tellalready!

Milly's hand was crackling as she clenched the spoon. She resisted the urge to strangulate him. Milly took a deep breath, picked the nearest broccoli, and placed it on his plate. "Mr. Tate, please enjoy." Hmph, let's see if this grosses you out!

Isn't this man supposed to have a severe cleanliness obsession? Didn't he hate using other people's stuff? Let's see how he handles this. Everyone watched in horror as Milly used her own fork to serve George. They were terrified. Was she out of her mind? But the next moment, things were totally opposite from their expectations.

George showed no disgust. He even obediently ate the broccoli she gave him. George nodded in approval and said. "Not bad." Everyone was shocked.

What happened to his severe cleanliness obsession? Milly's mouth twitched. She frowned and reminded him, "That is my fork. Don't you find it dirty?" George swallowed the food, his gaze lowering to her lips.

Soft and inviting, they seemed to be beckoning for a kiss.

If he looked closely, he could see a tiny wound at the corner of her mouth.