"Excuse for a mont."
Nodding to the negotiating party, Kris Cooper turned and walked into the negotiation room. Pulling out his phone, he saw a new ssage on Whatsapp.
He opened Whatsapp, and a ssage from "Vera" imdiately popped up.
"Made so money today! Sending you a big red packet, hope you don’t mind that it’s small!"
Below it was a red packet. He gently tapped it open and saw the amount displayed—USD 5.20.
Kris Cooper gazed at the red packet from Vera Wave on his screen, and his lips curved upwards.
"Today is truly a profitable day."
The accompanying staff, who by then had also packed up their things and were walking out of the negotiation room, imdiately smiled and comnted upon hearing his voice.
"Of course! With a 3% price increase, conservatively estimated, our future revenue will increase by at least USD 100 million. That covers the entire production budget for the ga!"
Kris Cooper gently tapped his phone screen.
"I was referring to a red packet I received."
"How big was the red packet to make you this happy?" another staff mber asked curiously.
"USD 5.20!" Kris Cooper slipped his phone into his pocket, raised his right hand, and waved. "Let’s go! Lunch is my treat. Order whatever you want."
Everyone looked at each other, speechless.
He shows no hint of a smile over an extra USD 100 million, yet he’s so pleased about a USD 5.20 red packet that he’s treating everyone to lunch?
Indeed, the world of the wealthy was beyond common understanding. The mindset of a big boss truly was different from ordinary people!
「...」
「The next morning.」
Vera Wave woke up early to her alarm. Grabbing the backpack she had packed the night before, she went to the front courtyard. Nanny Feng, who was sweeping the courtyard, looked surprised to see her.
"Why are you up so early?"
"The company organized an outing. I won’t be back for the next two days. You take care of yourself."
Vera Wave made a quick excuse, bid Nanny Feng goodbye, and walked out of the mansion.
Just then, Rowan Nichols’s call ca through. As Vera Wave walked along the path to the main road, she saw a car parked at the roadside in the distance, Rowan Nichols waving to her from the car window.
She hurried over and got into the back seat.
Inside the car were two or three other people, all from the film crew, who all greeted her proactively upon seeing her.
Everyone knew about the incident on set last ti, where Vera Wave had tornted Maggie Clarke to the point that Maggie was kicked out of the film crew. Although they didn’t know this girl’s background, they all understood one thing clearly—This girl wasn’t an ordinary character, and it wasn’t smart to offend her.
"It’s an hour’s drive. You can take a nap," Rowan Nichols said as he passed her a blanket. "Cover yourself up so you don’t catch a cold."
The director had specifically instructed them to take good care of Vera Wave, so Rowan Nichols didn’t dare to be neglectful in the slightest.
Vera Wave had stayed up half the night morizing her lines, so she was indeed a bit tired now. She thanked him, took the blanket, curled up on the seat, and soon dozed off.
When Rowan Nichols gently shook her awake, the car had already stopped at a film studio complex on the outskirts of the city.
Seeing everyone already bustling about with preparations, Vera Wave also quickly jumped out of the car and helped pull electrical cables, carry tables, and set up chairs.
By the ti everything was set up, it was already broad daylight.
A car horn honked, and a black luxury van finally sauntered up. The door slid open, and Irene Spencer, dressed in a light-blue spring outfit, stepped out.
"Miss Irene!" Rowan Nichols hurried to greet her. "Makeup... where’s the make-up artist? Quickly, get Miss Irene’s makeup done!"
「...」
Goodnight, my little princesses~!
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