Utterly touched, Greg looked at Ashlyn fervently.
Jared knew this gaze all too well.
Tinsor and Blair used to gaze at Ashlyn the same way, too.
He believed someone else would be gazing at Ashlyn the same way soon enough.
For example, this foolish and chatty brother of this.
Unaware of his brother’s concern, Jonathan was reading the script. He was excited when he realized how his character would be portrayed.
“Oh my! This is brilliant! Trashy Idol? Snowstorm is truly a genius. I love her so much!”
“Wait, isn’t that me in real life? Handsome, great at singing and dancing, kind, and loves picking up trash! Aha!”
“My idol! I love you! You didn’t even give me a partner in this movie! Thanks to her, I can focus on picking up trash. She must be worried that my fans can’t accept it.”
Everyone stared in shock at how Jonathan was daydreaming in broad daylight.
Especially Greg, who couldn’t take it any longer. Am I going to work with this chatterbox?
Oh, how unbearable!
But Ashlyn was the one who chose him.
Greg clenched his teeth and resisted the urge to kick Jonathan out. He then carried on the discussion with Ashlyn.
“Ms. Berry, this movie has some sci-fi scenes, so the budget will be slightly higher. You might need to invest more than you had in mind.”
“Oh? How much money do you need?” Ashlyn asked in a serious manner. She was completely focused on Greg’s explanation.
Greg felt respected by her reaction. He looked at her and mustered his courage. “Around three hundred million.”
Three hundred million was no small amount.
To most people, three hundred million was an astronomical amount of money. Most people wouldn’t be able to save that much money in their lifetime.
Greg was a poor man himself, so he had never seen so much money in his life.
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