My Supermodel Wife

Chapter 643 - Don’t Want To Be Left

When they left the cinema, it was already half past one in the morning.

Lilia lowered her head and walked beside the man, her emotions affected, and her eyebrows quietly silent.

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The Sylvester family's siblings walked behind them. Glen then broke the silence saying, "Josh, tomorrow morning at eight, I'll be waiting for you at the airport."

"Okay!" The man answered in a deep voice. He then immediately opened the car's door for Lilia, then closed it and turned around after his wife sat up firmly.

Glen, after a few steps away, had a dangerous grin on his stern cheek. "This time, you don't want to play with me anymore!"

The man's eyes were calm, his eyelids drooping as his thin lips slightly raised. "Not."

"Okay, see you tomorrow!"

Glen stood on the spot and received Jean's response, after which he saw the car slowly drift away from his sight.

In front of LA Cinema Studios, the guests came out one by one after the movie was finished.

Anna looked at her brother's face and frowned. "Brother, I want to cry ..."

"What are you crying for?" Glen frowned, watching how his tomboyish sister wanted to cry. His eyes flashed a little disgust.

He hates women who cry and grumble the most.

Anna rubbed her eyes, her thin curved lashes slightly wet. "I didn't expect it to be such a sad story ..."

Glen looked confused. "What's wrong? Was anyone dead?"

"Brother?!" Anna looked at him in disbelief. "The woman who died in the film earlier was the role played by Sister Lilia."

"Oh, I fell asleep 10 minutes after the film started."

Glen hates watching movies, especially the blockbusters these days that emphasize a storyline filled with love and hate.

If it weren't for Anna, he'd rather go to boxing matches.

Anna smiled and looked at her brother.

A big boss who doesn't care about romance deserves to be single!

...

Inside the car, the man looks at Lilia's face while driving.

He was driving at a slow speed. When the car stopped at a red light, Lilia's chin lifted and their gazes met. "Are you happy after watching a movie?"

Lilia snorted, glanced at the crossroads then shook her head. "I'm not unhappy, but there's something I don't understand."

"Let's hear it?" The green light flashed, and the man drove back again.

Lilia's eyes flickered as she rubbed her chin then said, "When I took this manuscript, Harold forced me not to take it. The story of the role I took was too cruel and unpleasant. He was worried that I would be harassed by the whole team and labeled as a violent female partner, so he didn't want me to take it. I also know that Sasha invested in the drama at the start, and she may have been involved in the making of the script as well."

"But at the end of the filming, the plot for my character was drastically revised, and Harold messaged me during the day saying that domestic film critics have great respect for the movie. But why did Louis suddenly modify the script? For an experienced director like him, the plot must have been carefully crafted from the start, so why was it suddenly revised? It just doesn't make sense."

Lilia gently analyzed, and then her eyes that were shining brightly fell impartially onto the man's cheeks.

Jean was subconsciously staring too deep then diverted his gaze once he realized it. "Since the script needed to be carefully crafted, he definitely needed to revise it, so it was enough to show that the previous scene was imperfect."

"Is it true?" Lilia turned around and leaned back on the chair, her eyes vaguely sly. "Jean, do you know Louis?"

She might be asking, but it sounded more like an affirmation.

The man moved to the left lane, then glanced in the rearview mirror and spoke softly, "No."

Lilia didn't agree with her husband's answer, but she failed to express her own thoughts.

Deep down, she felt that Jean must have secretly stepped in to reverse the direction of the entire script.

Jean clearly has this ability.

After returning to the apartment, Lilia took a short shower. Although her mind was still filled with speculation, she immediately fell asleep.

Next to her, the man sat quietly, concentrating on the peaceful face of his woman.

He did ask Louis to change the script for his wife.

He has paid so much for this film, so there was no excuse for not giving Lilia's role "an epic end".

At this time, the phone in his palm vibrated, so the man lowered his head then got up and walked out of the bedroom.

In the kitchen, he's standing in front of the window with a cigarette case, and after lighting one, he picks up the phone.

When the call connected, Jean's voice sounded deep. "Is there something wrong?"

It was Kenny.

Currently, he was sitting in his apartment, pinching his eyebrows while reporting to the man. "President, I just heard the news. One of our real estate projects in Surabaya was reported to be of poor quality, and at this time, many homeowners gathered and said they demanded their rights."

Hearing the voice, the man took a sip of the cigarette in between, and when he blew the mist, his voice was low and indifferent. "Work closely with everyone in the legal department to resolve this issue. If there is no evidence that makes sense, fully turn the matter over to the Law Department and bring it to court."

Kenny answered, but he couldn't help asking anxiously, "President, when are you coming back? It's just the Lunar New Year holiday, they shouldn't be making a big fuss. I don't know what has happened lately, but since the last few months, our company has always been hit by problems. Has anyone targeted us on purpose?"

Kenny's feeling was not wrong. Ever since the Widjaya family project was carried out, they have suffered from severe attacks in a row.

Some of the accusations were nonsensical, and some were just slanderous.

At this moment, the man's pupils were reflecting sparks on the cigarette. "I'll be back in about a week. Remember what I said, and cooperate with everyone first."

"Okay, President!"

After hanging up, Kenny picked up the cell phone and saw what were these people's main problems.

Right now, he needed to know what these people were going to do as fast as possible.

It is strange that there were no problems during the building process. And when the houses have been occupied for a while, suddenly these owners claim that their houses are of poor quality and start claiming their rights.

Kenny believes that there must be a conspiracy.

In the LA apartment, the man stood by the kitchen window and smoked three cigarettes.

He didn't mind the criticism his company suffered.

There are some things that are made up.

...

The next day afternoon, Merry sat languidly beside Lilia.

She is seen carrying a little stuffed bunny with her ears falling in her arms, which she kept hugging last night.

"Sister, do you really have to go tomorrow? My vacation isn't over yet, don't you want to stay a few more days?"

The little girl looked at Lilia with hope, but her face and the corners of her eyes were full of fatigue.

She only slept for two hours last night, and when she woke up at four in the morning, she couldn't sleep anymore.

She wanted to text Chris, but she hesitated.

In this cold war, Merry felt that she was going to lose!

Even for breakfast, she only drinks milk and eats biscuits in her room.

For the first time in days, Chris didn't prepare breakfast for her, nor did he come to wake her up.

She was sad, but she didn't say anything!

Now, seeing that Lilia and Jean were leaving tomorrow morning, the little girl thought that she would go back to being alone again.

If Chris continued to ignore her, what should she do?!

But if she took the initiative to give up and seek peace, wouldn't she lose her pride in front of him?!

With such a mood, coupled with all kinds of weird emotions, Merry has a very disturbing and decadent feeling.