Chapter 1391: Chapter 1391: An Accident Occurred?
"The matter I mentioned earlier, have you thought it over?"
Upon hearing Oliver Hudson’s question, Annie Anne froze for a moment, and then a hint of frustration quickly surfaced in her expression.
"Oh no, I completely forgot about it. My agent has accepted a new script for me, and I’ll be joining a new production crew soon."
Annie Anne blinked innocently, looking rather helpless.
Clearly, this response did not satisfy Oliver, as he replied nonchalantly, "Drop it. I’ll contact your agent myself."
"No way!" Annie Anne immediately reached out and grabbed Oliver Hudson’s wrist, refusing him without hesitation.
"This script was hard for me to get, and it might even win an award! You’re not allowed to cancel it."
More importantly, she was set to act alongside her idol. There was no way Annie Anne would waste such an opportunity.
Although Oliver Hudson didn’t say anything, his displeasure was evident in his expression.
"You don’t agree?" Annie Anne tilted her head slightly and smiled at Oliver. "So, what’s your plan? Maybe lock me up forever and stop me from filming altogether. How about that?"
But the smile on her face didn’t reach her eyes.
"Annie."
Oliver’s voice deepened as he softly called her name.
Annie Anne didn’t care about what Oliver Hudson might be feeling. She leaned closer, reducing the distance between them by a few inches.
"You promised me you wouldn’t make me unhappy again."
Her lips curved into a smile as her face lifted, and her brows gently arched, looking just like a beautiful crescent moon.
"As for traveling, any time works, doesn’t it?"
Watching Annie Anne’s dazzling smile in front of him, Oliver Hudson knew her words were a subtle refusal, yet he couldn’t find any grounds to argue against her.
Although Oliver didn’t answer, the expression on his face was enough to show his stance at that moment.
Seeing this, Annie Anne’s smile grew even brighter. "Come on, let’s go. I’ve been craving that strawberry ice from Yvening Street."
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"How’s everything coming along?"
Leon Battleson sat on the sofa, toying with a chess piece and moving it across the board in two or three steps.
Standing before him with deference was George Robbins, the vice president of Riley Group.
"Young master, rest assured. Everything has been arranged," George Robbins replied.
George licked his dry lips. Though his tone was calm, it didn’t hide the subtle unease etched on his face.
Leon Battleson didn’t say much next, letting only the crisp sound of the chess piece clattering on the board fill the room.
Seeing the lack of response from Leon, George Robbins mustered some courage and added, "If any accidents do occur, Florienna Ellis will be the scapegoat. There’s no chance anything could go wrong."
At those words, Leon Battleson’s hand suddenly paused mid-move.
"Accidents?"
Leon lazily lifted his eyes, glancing at George Robbins. Slowly repeating the word, he enunciated the syllables with deliberate precision.
His tone was calm, almost indifferent, yet it sent a shiver down George’s spine, making his already bowed posture sink even lower.
"Everything is under control, young master. There’s absolutely no chance of any accidents. We’ve been planning this for ages; several of the company shareholders have already been bribed by me, and the internal and external pressure on Justin Battleson is mounting. He’s almost losing his footing!"