The owner of the castle, is he the man I t last night?
At the sa ti Sumr Monroe was stunned, Julian Kingston also saw her face. His dark eyebrows imdiately raised, and his originally fierce-looking handso face softened imdiately.
He walked up pleasantly surprised to greet her, "SAN? How co it’s..."
Sumr quickly reached out her hand to Julian, a step ahead of him, "Hello, my na is Sumr Monroe."
She didn’t want anyone to know that she had stayed abroad previously, and that she was also called "SAN."
Julian looked at Sumr in disbelief, seeing Sumr frowning at him and gently shaking her head. He imdiately understood, and changed his words, "Hello, hello, my na is Julian Kingston. Just now you looked like a friend I t abroad, I almost mistook you, sorry."
As he spoke, he held Sumr’s hand, and the two shook hands as if eting for the first ti.
Sumr smiled faintly, "It’s nothing, I have a pretty common face, so it’s normal to mistake for soone else. Sorry to bother you; I was late for the shoot for so reasons."
"No worries, no worries! Today is all yours. By the way, if you like it here, feel free to stay a few extra days... or as long as you want."
"No need... I have a ho."
Though that ho is cold, filled with traps...
Damian Knight, observing their interaction, imdiately frowned, feeling displeased.
He walked forward with a sullen face and stood between the two, saying, "A friend you t abroad? I thought you didn’t have any female friends?"
Julian glanced at Damian and explained, "It’s a business partner, just looks a lot like Miss Monroe."
Damian looked Julian deeply in the eye and said coldly, "Co on, that kind of chatting up style is outdated. Besides, don’t get any ideas; the contract clearly states that during the partnership, the spokesperson is not allowed to date."
Sumr was taken aback, "The contract states that?"
"No, it doesn’t," Damian tilted his chin up, "But I intend to add it. Your image is the image of the Midnight Coffee House, so you’re not allowed to engage in any ssy romances that might affect the Midnight Coffee House’s image."
"This is a tyrannical contract..."
Damian stated bluntly, "You just spoke about bothering others, if you’re aware of that, hurry up and start the shoot, don’t waste ti."
Sumr was confused; why did this person get angry out of the blue?
She found she really couldn’t understand Damian Knight; his mood changes were just like flipping a book.
"Then I’ll go for the shoot now." Sumr walked a couple of steps, then turned back, a bit annoyed, and directly threw the coat from her shoulders back into Damian’s hands, before nervously following the timid assistant into the castle for the shoot.
Damian tightened his grip on the coat, lifted his foot, and was about to follow.
However, the next mont, his path was blocked by Julian.
Damian raised his eyebrows at Julian, "Anything else?"
Damian’s impatience and urgency were evident in his eyes.
What was he anxious about?
Julian silently paused for two seconds and asked, "Damian, is there sothing you haven’t told us?"
Damian frowned, seriously scrutinized Julian for a mont, then squinted and said, "Shouldn’t I be the one to ask you that? Aren’t you the one who always thought won were the most troubleso? Why are you proactively chatting up soone today?"
Julian shook his head and denied, "I told you, I wasn’t chatting up anyone, just mistook soone. On the contrary, aren’t you the one who thinks won are most troubleso? Why are you particularly attentive to Miss Monroe today?"
Damian’s throat rolled briefly, his breath slightly constrained for a mont.
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