He’s just that cunning, always needing to have the initiative.
Bella pouted unhappily.
Damian Sinclair sneered, "Do you think you have the leverage to bargain with , Ms. Acker?"
Bella was stumped by his words and retorted in anger, "Then tell , what will it take to satisfy you?"
"That depends on whether you want to satisfy , Ms. Acker." Damian paused, then continued, "Why were you holding Archer Quinn’s hand?"
Earlier, she thought he was jealous, which secretly pleased her, but now hearing such a question made her feel like she was being interrogated, leaving her both upset and embarrassed.
Bella took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness rising in her heart, and replied softly, "We were crossing the street that day too quickly, I didn’t notice a motorcycle speeding towards in the car lane. Your Senior Quinn pulled away just in ti. It was just that the mont got caught on cara, which led to all those rumors online."
Damian Sinclair never doubted Bella liked Archer Quinn, but his possessiveness made him very concerned about that photo.
He just didn’t expect the truth to be like this.
The coldness and anger in Damian’s heart finally eased a lot, and his voice softened, "Were you hurt?"
"Is this also a question that needs to be answered to satisfy Mr. Sinclair?" Bella asked with a hard tone.
"Yes."
"Fine, then I’ll answer Mr. Sinclair’s question seriously, hoping it will satisfy him." Bella involuntarily clenched her fists, gritting her teeth to keep herself from crying, "I wasn’t hurt. Is Mr. Sinclair satisfied with this answer?"
It’s good you weren’t hurt.
Damian felt a bit relieved.
"I have to start work here. If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up now." Bella finished speaking and hung up before Damian could respond.
As soon as the call ended, the tears she had held back for a while flowed uncontrollably again.
Even though he already has a girl he likes, why does he still want to ss with her? Jerk! Jerk! Sob...
Sliding down to the floor against the wall, Bella wrapped her arms tightly around her knees and cried sorrowfully.
After crying for quite a while, Bella finally stopped her tears. But she had cried so much that her eyes were a little swollen. With work starting soon, how could she go on cara like this?
Tucking her phone away, Bella didn’t dare go to the rest area to find Ms. Cheney to avoid worrying her, so she ran straight to the makeup room to seek help.
"Bella, what happened to you? Your makeup is all ruined." The makeup artist sister was in the makeup room tidying up her tools, and she was taken aback to see Bella rushing in.
"Sis, we’re about to shoot the night scene, and I can’t go on cara like this. Can you help ?" Bella stepped forward in a hurry and asked.
"Everything else can be fixed, but your eyes..." The makeup artist sister put down her tools, "Forget it, I’ll use ice to save it for you."
"Thank you, sister." Bella thanked repeatedly.
The night scene tonight was already delayed because of her leave. If her swollen eyes prevented her from going on cara and delayed the shooting schedule again, even if Director Ford said nothing, she would feel terribly guilty.
The makeup artist sister didn’t know where she got the ice from, but she returned quickly, "Bella, it’s a bit cold, bear with it."
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