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Beatrice Hargrave arrived at the recording studio around noon. A few staff mbers were sitting at their stations eating boxed lunches, and they nodded at her as a greeting when she walked in.
Beatrice smiled and waved to say hello to everyone. Not seeing Alexander Zimrman, she curiously asked, "Where’s Mr. Zimrman?"
One of the staff pointed his mouth towards the inner recording room, "In there."
Beatrice looked in the direction the staff pointed to. Behind the large glass window, Alexander was sitting in front of the equipnt, adjusting settings.
She pushed open the recording studio door and went in, saying softly, "Mr. Zimrman," Alexander glanced over with a displeased expression, speaking with equal harshness.
"It’s so late and you’re just arriving for the recording. Do you think this is your ho, and you can co and go whenever you like?"
Beatrice...
Bowed her head and said, "I’m sorry," feeling very uncomfortable being criticized so harshly for the first ti.
"Hmph, don’t say sorry to ," Alexander snorted, scanning Beatrice and noticing a small purple mark on her right neck, his eyes tightened as he coldly said, "This is a recording studio, not a marketplace. If you want to release an album, you have to follow my rules. If you can’t handle it, let know in advance; I don’t have ti to waste on you!"
Beatrice pursed her lips tightly, like a child scolded by a teacher for doing wrong, and murmured, "I won’t do it again."
Pulling back his gaze, Alexander continued adjusting the equipnt coldly, "Call your family, it will take at least a week before you can leave the studio. Don’t give up halfway; I don’t have ti for a long battle with you."
"Understood," Beatrice secretly glanced at Alexander, then took her phone out of her jeans pocket, turned around, and went out to call her family.
Watching Beatrice leave the lounge, several staff mbers began gossiping while eating lunch, "Hey, did you see that? Our genius actually got angry," although they couldn’t hear Alexander’s words through the glass, they could clearly see his displeased expression.
"I thought Beatrice Hargrave was special, but turns out she’s no exception."
"Ha, what do you know," another disagreed, scoffing, "Our genius is jealous of the boss; he doesn’t dare get mad at the boss, so he takes it out on Beatrice."
"Not great at work, but great at gossiping like won," several people turned to look in the direction Beatrice left, gossiping, not knowing Alexander had already co out from the recording studio, standing at the door with a gloomy face, coldly saying when they turned back, "Be prepared ntally, no one leaves until this album is finished!"
After speaking, he slamd the lounge door shut.
Outside, Beatrice stood a bit away from the lounge, still talking on the phone with Nicholas Croft, holding the phone close to her ear, speaking in a hushed voice.
"...Uncle, Mr. Zimrman said it would take a week... No, he’ll get angry... What? Give him the phone?"
Upon hearing this, Beatrice showed a troubled expression, pouting and muttering, "Better not, he’ll be unhappy."
"Who wants to speak to ?" A cold voice sounded behind, devoid of emotion, startling Beatrice into almost dropping her phone. She turned nervously to face Alexander.
Concentrating too much on the call with Nicholas, she didn’t notice when Alexander ca behind her or how much he heard of her conversation with Uncle Croft.
Cupping the phone, she replied dismissively, "No one."
"Give it to " coldly gazing at Beatrice, Alexander extended his hand, his talented fingers distinctly articulated, the pads possessing a thin layer of callus, marks from years of playing piano or other instrunts.
Beatrice...
Held her phone tightly, biting her lip and staring at Alexander, unmoving, listening as Nicholas’s voice erged from the receiver again, "Mia, is Alexander by your side? Let speak to him..."
"No, no, he’s not here..." Beatrice denied, her eyes fixed on Alexander. Suddenly rembering sothing, she hurriedly moved to end the call with Nicholas.
Opposite, Alexander’s hand remained outstretched, gazing at Beatrice, his handso face coated with an icy chill, "Give it to , I will speak to Director Croft."
"Mia, give the phone to Alexander!" Nicholas’s voice ca from the phone, although not on speaker, loud enough for both to hear.
With a deep sigh, Beatrice placed her phone into Alexander’s hand. The latter glanced at her and, placing the phone against his ear, turned away.
Alexander’s action clearly indicated he didn’t want Beatrice to overhear his conversation with Nicholas, causing her to sigh and idly fiddle with her fingers.
From five ters away, not knowing what Nicholas said, Beatrice only heard Alexander reply, "Once she steps into my territory, she obeys , or you can take her back." Then, not allowing Nicholas to speak further, he abruptly ended the call.
Returning to Beatrice, he tossed the phone in his palm and said, "I’ll borrow this for now, mine’s out of battery."
After speaking, he placed Beatrice’s phone in the large pocket of his cargo pants and briskly walked into the recording studio.
Beatrice...
Puffed out her cheeks and followed him back.
Nicholas Croft was reluctant to let Beatrice overwork herself, but being in this industry, he knew its demands. Artists often endured sleepless nights when filming or recording songs, and Alexander’s solitary and eccentric nature made it difficult to get him personally involved in supervising the recording studio.
However, his hardline stance, daring to challenge his boss, was quite unsettling.
Nicholas clenched the phone Alexander had hung up, his dark eyes tightening, a flicker passing through as the corners of his lips curled.
It seed he had been too lenient with his artists, allowing them to challenge him.
Suddenly retracting his gaze, he placed the phone on the desk, deciding so matters could wait until Beatrice finished recording her album. An urgent issue remained, concerning Edward Hols, who was hospitalized after being injured by Sophie Foster.
The nightclub singer ntioned Sophie Foster was significantly hurt by Edward back then, yet the interrogation records contained no such account...
Grasping the landline, he summoned his assistant, Tang, to relay his instructions. Edward’s fondness for beautiful won was well-known, and his company lacked neither.
...
Evening, Hargrave Family’s villa.
After dinner, the Hargrave family sat in the living room chatting.
Since Nicholas Croft dropped Beatrice off that day, he hadn’t visited the Hargrave’s ho again. As a mother, Josephine Hawthorne was increasingly anxious for her daughter.
Peeling an apple, she inquired, "Sweetheart, how are things with Nicholas? It’s been a while since he visited us at ho."
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