An old man’s kind face popped up in her head as he uttered his dying wish, “Ashlyn, please take care of both of them.”
She agreed and had been doing her best to fulfil her promise back then.
Ashlyn wasn’t someone who was ungrateful.
“Read the script and contact me if you’re interested in shooting it.” Ashlyn whipped out a name card and placed it on his table.
Then, she turned to leave.
After walking out of the slum, Ashlyn was surprised when she saw Lucas waiting for her.
It was rare for a luxurious car to appear in the slum, so the occupants who walked in and out stared at his Bentley strangely.
Ashlyn asked, “Why are you still here?”
“I wanted to wait for you as I was worried.” Lucas replied. The car door clicked open as he pulled Ashlyn in.
As Ashlyn fell onto his lap, she felt her heart skipped a beat.
Her cheeks burned in embarrassment.
“Did you find the person you came here for?”
“Mm,” Ashlyn nodded.
“Who is that person? Does he or she live here?” Lucas wanted to know everything about Ashlyn.
Ashlyn looked at him strangely. He wasn’t usually this busybody.
However, she wasn’t about to lie to him as he’d find out about this sooner or later.
“I’m going to make a movie with Jonathan Quickton as the male lead.”
“Jonathan Quickton?” Lucas clenched his teeth abruptly.
His expression gradually turned icy as a dangerous glint flashed across his eyes. A smirk played on his lips as he uttered in his low voice, “Is he good at acting? I don’t think so.”
Spencer was speechless when he heard his boss’ words while driving.
Mr. Nolan, how can you criticize your artiste that way?
Actually, Jonathan was a qualified idol who could dance and sing well.
However, he was a new actor in the film industry.
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