“Is she pretty? Or did she use her connections?”
“Maxwell, aren’t you afraid your movie will end up being a box office flop?”
“Your reputation is tainted because you plagiarized Venti’s work back then. I think Venti’s kind enough to remain on talking terms with you.”
Frank was secretly thrilled to be cue by the paparazzi.
He hurriedly put on an act and defended Greg. “Don’t say that. My friend here is a talented director. We were young back then. Making mistakes is a normal part of life.”
His so-called explanation was evidently mocking Greg for plagiarizing his work and, at the same time, indicating that he was generous for forgiving Greg.
Frank was obviously humiliating Greg in public.
Greg knew the paparazzi would ask this question since Frank was the one who brought them here.
Hence, he replied calmly, “Time will tell us who the actual plagiarist was. You want to see my female lead? Well, I can’t describe her looks. She’s coming later, so you can see for yourself.”
As he spoke, a slender figure rushed through the crowd, attracting everyone’s attention at once.
Their eyes were bulging in astonishment as they stared at the figure.
The girl whom everyone was looking at was dressed casually in a white T-shirt and a pair of jeans, paired with white sneakers.
She was running nimbly like a little fluffy rabbit.
The crowd watched as she made her way to the front.
The moment she stood before them, their eyes lit up in amazement.
The young lady was around the age of eighteen, but she had a curvy figure and strikingly gorgeous features, especially her obsidian black eyes which were bright and attractive.
She seemed young and innocent, but there was an air of attractiveness about her.
Every action and expression of hers was charismatic.
Based on physical appearance alone, she wasn’t the perfect beauty, but she looked like the girl-next-door type, which was pleasing to the eyes.
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