A familiar voice rang out. “Hurry up! Clear the scene and remove all the debris!”
Frank froze in shock at the voice. It was as if an invisible hand was crushing his heart.
It’s him!
Even though they hadn’t met in years, Frank immediately recognized the voice.
He stopped in his tracks and gazed at the man intently.
Right then, the man turned slowly with a broom in his hands.
As their eyes met, an awkward silence hung in the air.
Greg narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip on the broom.
He had never expected to meet Frank here at all.
You scum who stole my script and my wife!
Frank regained his composure ahead of Greg and strode over to him. A surprised expression showed on his face as he exclaimed, “My old friend, fancy meeting you here! We haven’t met in ages, but you’re still handsome as before.”
Greg shot him a sarcastic smile. “You don’t have to act like a hypocrite. Aren’t you tired of doing so? You can be an actor at this rate since your acting skills are so much better than the actors under your company.”
Frank’s face darkened instantly. “My friend, I get that you’re upset with me, but do you have to beat around the bush to curse me?”
“Yes, I just cursed you. So what?” Greg snorted.
Frank lost his patience at his reply. Since Greg had seen through his act, there was no need to carry on. “Greg Maxwell, don’t take my respect for granted. Are you making a new movie?”
“Yes, I am. Are you upset about that fact?”
“Who? You? You’re nothing but a box office flop. Who would want to invest in your movie?” Frank laughed like he had just heard a ridiculous joke.
“No matter who his investor is, that’s none of your business.” a young man spoke behind him abruptly.
Before Frank could reply, the paparazzi started yelling excitedly, “Hey, it’s Jonathan Quickton!”
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