"I’ve already sent over the photos from the other side, take a look. The film festival is scheduled for one week from now. Whether or not we win an award is up to you. I’ve trained a team these past few days, and this ti, we have to beat her in both wardrobe and styling. We must win in other aspects too."
The incessant voice of Nina King ca from the phone.
"Mm." lody Thorne responded casually, as her computer received all the information on the actress.
Her Weibo showed a few ssages, all @ her from the sa person, the actress nad Mandy Lowell, who publicly challenged her on the internet, claiming that her rise to fa was rely by chance.
Many netizens were also clamorously calling for her to accept the challenge in the comnt section of her Weibo.
lody Thorne forwarded that Weibo post and quickly typed a few words: "The senior has already been acting for years, while I’m just a newcor. There’s quite a big difference in age, is there really any worth in comparing?"
Her few words sharply hit the main points and the other’s weakness. In an instant, the comnt section of Weibo was sward.
[Ha, is this intentional, or just too naïve? It’s obviously a slap in Mandy Lowell’s face, directly pointing out her age.]
[My sweet lody has always been pure-hearted, you can tell just by looking at her. She’s showing respect to the veteran actress. Besides, the age thing is a fact. My sweet lody is just over twenty, and that Mandy person is seven or eight years older.]
[Makes sense, makes sense. This argunt is flawless. A woman of that age comparing herself to a young girl, she’s really asking for trouble!]
lody Thorne turned off her computer and left the bedroom to go downstairs. She headed to the kitchen, planning to cook sothing to bring to Mr. Quinn at the hospital.
Mrs. Quinn basically couldn’t cook, and the food at the hospital probably didn’t suit the old man, so she thought she’d make sothing herself.
Just as lody Thorne entered the kitchen and opened the fridge to take out so food, a pair of large hands quickly blocked the fridge door. The brows were slightly furrowed, "Why are you so restless?"
"I’m not a pig," lody Thorne shot him a glance, reopening the fridge. "I’m worried Grandpa won’t like the hospital food, so I’m bringing so things over."
"I’ll do it," Jared Quinn said, looking at the pot with brows still slightly furrowed.
"Ha," lody Thorne arched her brows and eyes, "Are you going to make your crystal shrimp again?"
Jared Quinn: "... You don’t like what I make?"
"Like, like," lody Thorne’s fingers smoothed out the area between his furrowed brows as she took the pot from his hands, "You can help out, I’ll make so other dishes to bring along."
Jared Quinn: "..."
Hospital.
As lody Thorne and Jared Quinn walked in, there was an unexpected guest already in the ward, Titus Quinn.
He had a gentle expression, chatting about sothing with Mr. Quinn, making the old man smile and nod repeatedly, "When will you bring her back for Grandpa to see?"
Titus Quinn checked the ti, "She’s already on her way and should be here soon."
"Good, good."
"Bro, sis," Titus Quinn stood up, apologetically speaking, "My brother was looking for a few days ago, but I had things to handle, so I showed up a bit late. This ti, I’m specially back to make ands."
"Jared, lody, co on in," the old man greeted warmly. "Later we’ll et Titus’ girlfriend. I’ve always been worried that his reserved nature wouldn’t attract any girls, but this kid sure surprised , saying she’ll be here soon."
PS: Girls, I’m here to sell misery (>^ω^
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