Nathalie Quinlan raised her eyebrows impatiently, "What’s up?"
The person was not very tall, but had an air of superiority; they looked her up and down and said indifferently, "You are Ms. Quinlan, right? It’s like this. I’m Felice’s assistant, and our Felice wants you to co over, she has sothing to discuss with you."
Nathalie herself wasn’t planning to argue with them about the cultural relics they had damaged before, but she didn’t expect them to co to her wanting to ’negotiate’.
She glanced at Felice Owen’s assistant, her voice icy, "No ti!"
After saying that, she lifted her leg, intending to bypass the person and find Joseph er.
Who knew Felice Owen’s assistant was tactless, hesitating for a mont before blocking her path again, preventing her from leaving, "Ms. Quinlan, I hope you cooperate with our work!"
"And if I don’t cooperate?" The irritability surrounding Nathalie was provoked by his repeated obstruction, and she felt a surge of temper.
Felice Owen’s assistant was montarily stunned by the aura around her.
At this mont, Felice Owen herself ca over.
She looked at the assistant with disdain, seemingly blaming them for being useless.
After a glance, she slightly raised her chin, her eyes sharp, and faced Nathalie with great confidence, "Ms. Quinlan, I’m looking for you to discuss sothing. Do you have Twitter? If not, I can have an assistant register one for you."
"I want you to help post a joint statent, saying that the incident during the recording just now was just a script, and the two of us were ’acting’ according to it. That way, it can eliminate the public impact on . Of course, I will also talk to the show’s team afterward and have them cooperate with us to clarify!"
Felice Owen spoke smoothly, as if she hadn’t considered Nathalie might refuse her.
As for the show’s team, she had so backing to say this.
Her confidence ca from her agent, Emaline Bailey.
Emaline had been in the circle for over ten years and had connections.
Felice thought it through clearly; by then, she would ask her agent to co forward and negotiate with the show’s team, probably securing it.
Her imdiate task was to resolve the stranger in front of her.
As long as this stranger was willing to cooperate with her by posting a statent on Twitter clarifying that the incident on the show was a pre-arranged ’accident’, she would be cleared.
"Of course, I won’t let you post this statent for nothing. If you help post the statent, I will also give you certain benefits as compensation. You don’t have a problem with that, right?" Felice asked arrogantly.
In her eyes, Nathalie was just an ordinary person; how much of the world could an ordinary person have seen?
Later, she could just send so bags from brands she didn’t want and skincare products she had received and didn’t want to use, and that would deal with it.
Nathalie’s lips curled casually, one hand still holding her phone and the other in her pocket, she asked indifferently, "And if I do have a problem?"
"..." Felice’s eyebrows furrowed tightly, and her eyelid twitched, probably not expecting Nathalie, a nobody, to outright refuse her.
At first, she held back her domineering deanor slightly, but provoked by Nathalie, her face imdiately fell, and she said coldly, "Ms. Quinlan, I hope you cooperate. If you don’t, I also have ways to deal with non-cooperation."
"If you cooperate with by posting a statent on Twitter, it will be good for all of us. If you refuse to cooperate, I can only tell people it’s you who deliberately tripped under the table, that’s why I couldn’t hold onto my things..."
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