The hotel where the crew is staying is the most upscale in this part of the movie studio.
Because it’s located in the movie studio, in order to prevent paparazzi and fans from invading, you need to use the key card of the corresponding floor in the elevator to reach each floor.
The waiter, who was stopped by Leslie Howard, looked at the script in her hand and then at her conservative black overcoat. He heard Leslie Howard say she had arranged to et with David Redington to discuss the script.
Seeing nothing amiss, he escorted Leslie Howard to the door of the Presidential Suite on the top floor.
"Ding-dong—Ding-dong—" The waiter, following hotel protocol, rang the doorbell for Leslie Howard.
However, after waiting for a while, there was no response from inside.
The waiter frowned slightly and turned his head to ask politely, "Lady, it seems the guest in the Presidential Suite is not here. Did you really arrange to et at this ti? Could it be you got the ti wrong?"
’Of course, I didn’t have an appointnt,’ Leslie Howard thought to herself.
But she wouldn’t say it outright.
She guessed David Redington was probably not back yet, and it seed she had bad luck today, coming all this way for nothing.
Leslie Howard smiled slightly at the waiter, "I might have rembered wrong... I’ll co back later."
With that said, she prepared to leave with her script in hand.
Who knew a response would co from inside the Presidential Suite at this mont, "Who is it?"
From behind the door, David Redington’s deep, cold voice sounded.
The waiter quickly responded, "Hello Mr. Redington, I’m a hotel waiter. There’s a Miss Howard here who says she had an appointnt to discuss the script with you. Is now convenient?"
The Presidential Suite in a top-notch hotel is not sowhere guests are allowed to be disturbed casually.
There’s nothing imprudent about the waiter asking this way.
But standing outside the door, Leslie Howard slightly raised her eyebrows.
If David Redington didn’t give her face and refused to see her, wouldn’t she lose a lot of face?
Should she pretend to have sothing urgent and leave first?
David Redington inside the Presidential Suite was silent for a few seconds, just as Leslie Howard was beginning to back out, he finally responded.
"Let her in."
The deep, cool voice, with a magnetic allure, sounded soothing in her ears.
Because soone’s baritone voice was so pleasant, Leslie Howard decided to overlook those hesitant few seconds of his.
The door was opened slightly from the inside by David Redington.
The waiter imdiately stepped aside and gestured to Leslie Howard to enter.
"Miss Howard, please co in."
Leslie Howard gave a friendly smile to the polite waiter, and even pretended to flip through the script outside the door, taking a deep breath, putting on a pretense of nervousness as if eting a senior producer in the industry, then she held the doorknob and entered.
Until Leslie Howard’s figure disappeared behind the door of the Presidential Suite, and the sound of the door closing firmly reached his ears.
The waiter standing outside the door finally snapped out of it.
Miss Howard is really pretty...
And very dedicated... The script had colorful marks and highlights, and before entering, she was even nervously taking deep breaths, like a student going to et the director in the office.
The young, naive male waiter had no clue he had been tricked by Leslie Howard.
Even until he left the top floor, he was still admiring Leslie Howard’s diligence.
anwhile, on the other side.
After entering the Presidential Suite and heavily closing the door.
Leslie Howard saw David Redington erge from the bath, wrapped only in a bathrobe, and smiled.
"What’s the reason for your visit now?" David Redington was blocking the door, clearly not intending to invite Leslie Howard in to sit down.
Even his expression was cold, with an obvious indifference in his deep blue eyes.
However, Leslie Howard was completely unfazed by his deanor.
She pushed the cold man towards the left wall, and her entire soft body slipped into his embrace like a graceful snake.
"Ms. Redington, isn’t it obvious? I’ve co to bribe you..." Leslie Howard smiled, and David Redington’s cold eyes showed a montary lapse of focus.
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