"Miss Brown, hurry over and eat, it’s all Mr. Wellington’s treat." Tom Nelson noticed Skye Brown standing still without any response, not recognizing the hint.
He was there to deliver sothing from Mr. Wellington, the least Skye could do was to respond sohow, right?
For example, make a call to Mr. Wellington to say thanks?
Or, have him pass a ssage to Mr. Wellington?
In short, there needed to be so kind of gesture, otherwise, it would be hard for him to explain when he went back.
Who knew, not only did Skye not give the response Tom wanted, but she actually shoved the large bouquet of roses back into his hands.
"I don’t want these flowers, please return them to your Mr. Wellington. Tell how much the hotpot delivery cost, and I’ll reimburse you."
Skye, after a brief mont of shock, reacted and decisively returned the roses.
Then she took out her cell phone, ready to transfer money to Tom.
Tom was dumbstruck at once.
He had delivered gifts on behalf of Mr. Wellington to the film crew so many tis, and never had a female celebrity refused like Skye.
Of course, she wasn’t a female celebrity; she was a female director.
But in Tom’s eyes, it was all the sa.
Female directors, aren’t they just like female celebrities, most of them are vases, as long as they’re pretty and have the title of a beautiful director, it’s all set.
Tom pulled himself together, but his face had already fallen.
He was used to dealing with these won for Mr. Wellington and naturally took Skye’s attitude as playing hard to get.
"Miss Brown, these roses are a gift from Mr. Wellington; it’s unreasonable for us to take them back." Tom’s face darkened as he stuffed the roses back into Skye’s hands.
Returning the roses would be like slapping Mr. Wellington in the face.
As Dylan Wellington’s assistant, Tom couldn’t let Skye do that.
He knew too well what happened to people who didn’t give Mr. Wellington face.
They’d either get banned or ignored, but certainly — so far, no female celebrity in the entertainnt industry dared to disrespect Mr. Wellington.
He added a pointed remark: "If Director Brown wants to play gas with Mr. Wellington, why not call him directly and sweet-talk a little. As for the cost of a hotpot delivery, it’s really not sothing Mr. Wellington would care about. No need for you to reimburse it."
Miss Brown... Miss Brown... Director Brown...
Tom’s way of addressing Skye beca increasingly cold.
Sasha Hammond, who had previously dealt with people around Dylan Wellington, knew Tom was a competent assistant of Dylan’s and dared not offend him.
Seeing Skye’s ’arrogant’ attitude, which obviously offended Tom, she couldn’t resist adding fuel: "Assistant Helmsley, you’d better not make things difficult for our Director Brown. Director Brown is quite aloof, not as easy to please as soone like us. If Mr. Wellington doesn’t co personally with roses and gifts, Director Brown wouldn’t even bother."
Tom listened and laughed.
He looked at Skye coldly and said, "Director Brown... everything has a limit. Mr. Wellington has never personally gone to the film crew to deliver flowers and gifts."
When Dylan Wellington fancied a female celebrity, he’d always send Tom or soone else to deliver flowers to the set.
They’d bring a small gift, and by the end of the shoot, these female celebrities would eagerly hop into the car.
As for Mr. Wellington personally attending to pursue soone, ha... that had never happened before.
Skye was holding that bouquet of roses, really amused.
She had already discerned Sasha Hammond’s intentions the mont she spoke.
She also understood Tom had misunderstood sothing.
She didn’t ntion how Dylan Wellington had stubbornly stuck around her set in the past, almost shalessly.
Anyway — now she had absolutely no interest in Dylan Wellington at all.
Skye raised her eyebrows, smiled instead of getting angry, and nodded at Sasha Hammond’s words: "Assistant Helmsley, Sasha was right about one thing... indeed, I’m not just anyone can pursue easily. I don’t accept unless soone personally brings flowers and gifts down from their pedestal to pursue ."
If this made the other party exasperated, all the better.
She would enjoy the peace and quiet.
Skye wasn’t afraid of offending anyone, and said coolly: "So — if Mr. Wellington wants to pursue , let him co in person."
After she finished speaking, Skye directly handed that bouquet of roses to Norman York, a tall and handso man who had been watching everything unfold behind her.
With a tilted smile at the handso man behind her: "Flowers go well with handso n, roses for you, a perfect match."
Tom: ...
This, this woman, indeed had the nerve!
[Update complete, see you tomorrow night at 6:00~]
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