Golden Era Consortium, in the President’s Office.
Asher Land stood with his hands behind his back in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his expression stern and gaze overlooking the entire scenery of Eastern City.
"President Land, today’s news, you, you must have seen it, right?"
The speaker was the producer of "City of Desire." Currently, the scandal between Wyatt Sterling and Anna was causing a commotion everywhere, but it happened to coincide with the film’s peak release period. The entire crew was overwheld, and the most troubled should have been the investors. After all, with an investnt of three hundred million, they hadn’t even recouped their costs, and the film was already facing the possibility of being banned. He ca to the Golden Era Consortium this ti just to see what Asher Land thought.
"I have so much news to keep up with every day, I’m not sure which one you’re referring to?" He always maintained his composure, even though he already knew that "City of Desire" was going to be banned by the relevant departnts. However, to him, this was just a trivial matter.
"A scandalous video of Wyatt Sterling and Anna has surfaced online, causing a heated discussion. According to the Bureau’s directive, artists with such misconduct must face relevant penalties, and their works cannot appear on screen."
"You ca to just for this matter?" Asher Land shook his head, "Do I really have that much free ti?"
"Huh?" The producer was confused. Clearly, Asher Land didn’t care about this matter at all. He was worried that Asher Land would be furious about such a scandal, especially with the losses Golden Era was suffering. But more importantly, he was worried about losing Asher Land’s investnt.
"Alright, this has nothing to do with you producers anyway; it’s the artists’ own behavior. In the future, if there are suitable scripts, Golden Era will consider working with you." Asher Land’s few words dispelled the producer’s worries.
"Thank you, President Land." The producer sighed in relief.
"However, regarding such scandalous artists, I hope your production side will take asures to never hire them again, after all, if their morals are tarnished, it’s better they stay out of the public eye."
"Yes, President Land, you’re right, I’ll keep that in mind." With that, the producer was dismissed by Asher Land.
Outside the door, the secretary had been waiting for so ti.
"President Land, Miss Anna wants to see you."
"Let her in."
In no ti, Anna walked into the office fully ard. She wore a khaki long trench coat, a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a mask, covering herself thoroughly.
Indeed, being in such a delicate situation, if she wasn’t careful, she would probably be chased by the dia all over the streets.
"You did well." Asher Land spoke coldly.
Anna kept her head down, silent. She had dug her own grave, ruining everything she once had, only to receive his indifferent praise.
His long fingers presented a check to her, an astronomical number that could keep her well provided for life.
"President Land, what if I say, I don’t want money, I just want to stay by your side, be your woman?" Her voice was very soft, so soft you wouldn’t hear it if you weren’t listening carefully.
She didn’t do these things for the money. She was well-known in the country and earned a substantial amount every year. If it were purely for money, she wouldn’t have needed to do this, to ruin herself.
"Don’t say foolish things." His lips curled into a cold smile, "Would I, Asher Land, ever want a woman that’s been with soone else?"
Anna’s body shuddered at his words. How could he be so cold-blooded, so ruthless? He had been the one to tell her to destroy Wyatt Sterling, and she did it, but now he despised her for it.
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