Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute novel Chapter 96

A total of nine paintings were in that file bag, all of which were of Filip.

Most of the paintings were Filip's profiles— when he was reading a book, answering the phone on the balcony, or napping on the sofa.

Obviously, Starry drew these when Filip was not looking, so he had no idea about this at all.

Filip put those paintings back into the file bag and set it aside. He took a pack of cigarettes, pull out one, and lit it up.

A car suddenly drove up from behind. Due to the light in the rearview mirror, Filip couldn't see it.

Filip narrowed his eyes and tipped the ashes, watching the car drive past his and then out of sight.

Filip took another puff of his cigarette and glanced at the file bag. He snuffed his cigarette out, started the car, and drove away from the villa.

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In the large, fairly-empty room, Filip's phone suddenly rang, echoing around the room.

Filip, who was lying on the sofa, turned to look at the phone on the coffee table. Two seconds later, he took it.

It was a message from Dillon.

"It's not a rumor. I saw it with my own eyes!"

Probably because Dillon didn't think it convincing, Filip received his call the next second.

Filip looked at the screen with a frown and his jaw clenched.

He didn't want to answer the call, assuming that Dillon wouldn't say anything pleasnt.

After a few seconds, Filip answered it. And the next second, Dillon's voice came from the other end of the phone, "I didn't make it up. I'm telling the truth. I had the script revised and wanted to deliver it to Starry. Hardly had I got to the villa when I saw Hamish at the door. He said something was overcooked.

"Hamish got his hand injured. It's said that he saved Starry from the falling chandelier when Starry was giving out awards on the stage at her company's anniversary party."

Dillon continued, "Do you think that's why Starry is with Hamish now?"

Filip finally couldn't bear to hear this and hung up the phone.

Words failed Dillon.

Filip was not as indifferent to Starry as he pretended to be!

A sudden rain at midnight announced the coming of the early fall.

When Starry woke up the next day, she found it quite chilly.

She changed the shirt into a relatively thicker sweater. With an umbrella, she planned to paint in the pavilion by the lake.

The drizzly rain made the lake picturesque.

Just as Starry got out, she saw an unexpected visitor.

"Filip?"

Why was he here again?

Starry looked at Filip, who got down from the car, in confusion. Filip didn't hold an umbrella, as if he didn't care about the rain.

Starry raised her umbrella and subconsciously tried to hold it over Filip's head. However, the next second, she withdrew it.

Seeing this, Filip swallowed and handed Starry the file bag. "The maids found it when they were cleaning the room."

"Mine?"

"Yes."

Starry glanced at Filip and took the file bag, "Thanks."

"Not at all."

However, Filip didn't leave. Instead, he looked at the easel Starry was carrying. "Are you going out to paint?"

"Yes."

Starry looked at the water droplets in his hair. "Anything else?"

"Are you so sick of seeing me now?"