"Don’t worry." Anton Miller spoke lightly, "I heard it’s by the seaside?" He was a bit expectant.
"A cruise." Mia Lane nodded, "The sky is very blue today. The shots won’t need filters to look realistic. The director’s team has already arrived. We’re scheduled to start shooting at four, so after makeup, you can head over."
"Understood." Anton Miller crossed his legs and nodded. By chance, he glanced over and saw soone carrying a delicate silver case.
The case was unique, with a combination lock, clearly valuable.
"Is the jewelry in there?" Anton Miller asked.
The person holding the case nodded, "Yes, it will be worn on-site."
Upstairs, in the spacious and brightly lit CEO’s office.
In front of Justin Kingston stood a well-dressed man, reporting ticulously—
"CEO Kingston, this is all the information we could find on Grace White. She’s had plastic surgery, looks no older than 35, and is Lydia Ingram’s mistress. Ariel Chandler is aware of her existence and has negotiated with her many tis."
Justin Kingston listened, leafing through the docunts in his hand.
"But the negotiations were unsuccessful. Lydia Ingram seems to spoil her, funding a bar for her. She is now the direct owner, but Lydia doesn’t visit often."
Justin Kingston’s finger paused slightly as he turned a page, "Doesn’t visit often?"
"No, not often," the other confird, "about once a month."
To avoid suspicion?
This didn’t seem like Lydia Ingram’s character.
Justin Kingston had a hunch, "Investigate this bar, find out what Lydia Ingram does there, and check who Grace White contacts before and after Lydia visits."
"Understood." The subordinate nodded, saluted, and turned to leave.
Indeed, Justin Kingston suspected this bar to be a drug trafficking middle point. To topple Lydia Ingram, he needed to start the investigation here.
At R-Alan Group.
Near a sink closest to the Vice President’s office, Monica Usher placed her hand under the faucet, washing absentmindedly, staring at the stranger in the mirror.
The sink was almost overflowing with water.
Her gaze dropped to the glaring wound on her wrist, constantly reminding her that it was all because of Justin Kingston!
If Justin Kingston had taken her away that night, Lydia Ingram’s plot wouldn’t have succeeded.
Staring at the wound, she recalled last night’s disgrace, still blaming Justin Kingston.
At that mont, the water overflowed. She turned off the faucet as her phone rang.
She glanced at the caller ID—it was Barbara Sutton. Heading back to the office, she answered, "What is it?"
"Anton Miller and the team are preparing to leave soon for the seaside shoot," Barbara said anxiously, "I saw his car parked at the Kingston Group entrance."
"Are they shooting today?" Oh no, the cheap jewelry isn’t ready yet.
"Yes."
"Wait for my call." With that, she hung up and quickly headed towards the elevator, planning to visit the production room.
Just as she entered the elevator, her phone rang again. It was from the production room. She quickly answered, "Is it ready?"
"Yes, President Usher, the product just ca out."
"Good!"
Monica Usher then called Barbara Sutton again...
At Kingston Group, the makeup for Anton Miller and Renee was done quickly, and Mia Lane had given all the necessary instructions.
Then the whole team set off together, with Mia Lane not following them.
On the way to the seaside, the young Renee sat beside Anton Miller, her gaze falling on the silver case in soone’s hands not far away.
She thought, even the case is so high-end and beautiful, how stunning the jewelry inside must be!
The car continued on its way, promptly arriving at the seaside.
The weather was indeed excellent today. The sky was dazzlingly blue. As the car stopped at the beach, the boundless sea blue was breathtakingly vivid.
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