Twenty minutes later.
He got out of the car and entered the building where the recording studio was located, a work base.
Inside the recording studio.
Mia Lane had just finished recording the last line, and Mary handed her a bottle of mineral water, opening the cap for her, "Here, drink so water first, you’ve worked hard."
"Thank you." Mia sighed in relief, "Today went much better; I finished half an hour ahead with the sa work load."
"That’s because no one disturbed you or affected your mood," Mary analyzed correctly.
"Haha, maybe!" She took a sip of water and handed the bottle back to her, "Wrap it up! Going ho for a big al!" Then she began to shut down the equipnt and tidy up.
Mary thought she was very genuine, with no pretense at all, and liked her more and more.
As the two walked out of the recording studio, they ran into Anton Miller, who was approaching with script analysis pages.
They t in the hallway.
Seeing Mia and Mary, Anton Miller slowed his pace, "Finished recording?"
"Yeah." Mia looked at what he was holding, "You’re over here today?"
"Here to get sothing for the director, and now I’m heading to the set."
"Oh."
"Want to go down together?" With that, Anton Miller started towards the elevator, as he was in a hurry.
Mia and Mary joined him, and they all remained silent on the way.
At this mont, a Lamborghini was approaching, soon to arrive.
Justin Kingston was sitting in the back seat, holding a bouquet of red roses in his arms.
The breeze blew through the window, rustling his hair, his noble face adorned with a gentle smile, reflecting his happy heart.
Anton Miller and Mia, along with Mary, stepped out of the elevator, heading towards the lobby entrance.
"At this rate, you’ll finish the whole thing very soon," Anton Miller admired her, "The director was very pleased with yesterday’s result and said he’d co to see you in a couple of days."
"By the ti you finish shooting, I’ll probably have completed recording on my end, so please tell the director I won’t delay your schedule," Mia said.
As the three stepped out to the lobby, just descending the steps, the Lamborghini pulled up outside.
Mia took a couple of steps down, accidentally stepping on a stone, her ankle twisted, "Ah~!" Her body tilted.
Anton Miller instinctively caught her!
The sharp pain made Mia unsteady, tears almost welled up, with her whole leg going numb!
"Mia!" Mary quickly supported her, full of concern.
This scene was caught by Justin Kingston, who quickly got out of the car, not even bothering to set down the roses, and hurried towards them!
Feeling distressed, Anton Miller carried Mia, "You can’t walk, I’ll take you back!"
Mary kicked the stone off the steps with one foot, "Who threw this? So inconsiderate!!"
The pebble almost hit Justin Kingston, causing Mary to cover her face in shock, cold sweat breaking out!
Anton Miller walked a few steps forward and, lifting his gaze, saw the man approaching and halted, eting Justin Kingston’s eyes.
Mia also saw him, "..." Her body stiffened slightly.
Justin Kingston placed the bouquet of roses in Mia’s arms and, without a word, took his wife from Anton Miller, turning towards the Lamborghini, "Does it hurt a lot?"
"Yeah, a bit."
Anton Miller looked at the scene, "..." Frankly, he was sowhat caught off guard.
Mary glanced at him sympathetically, "Young Master Zhang, you should go on with your work." She then quickly dashed towards Mr. Kingston!
His stride was swift, almost bristling with intensity, his presence stern.
Mary didn’t dare to breathe heavily.
Mia slled the rose fragrance, glanced at the large bouquet in her arms, then looked up at him, "..." He didn’t seem angry, his facial contours appeared sowhat gentle.
However, she couldn’t gauge his mood at that mont.
So, Mia didn’t say anything, explanations seed pointless.
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