“We're one team. Of course we should go together.”
With that, Weston and the rest of the group followed suit.
When Donald arrived at Violet Pavilion, Mario was sitting on the director's chair, discussing with the assistant director how they were going to shoot the next scene.
“Hey, who are you? Who let you in here?”
While Mario was instructing two actors, Donald barged through the attempts of the staff to hold him back as he confronted the former.
“Mr. Mario Cousteau?”
“I am he. Who are you?”
Mario was around thirty years old. The fact that he became a famous director at such a young age was a testament to his skills.
“I'm from Dragon Fide Entertainment, and we have reserved Violet Pavilion for filming beforehand. Can you tell me why you didn't seek our permission before you took over the set?”
Donald's words instantly sparked laughter among Mario's crew.
“Who the hell do you think you are to come here spouting nonsense? Since when does Mr. Cousteau need your permission for using this place?”
With Roman Riquelme speaking on behalf of Mario, the latter maintained his silence and allowed his subordinate to deal with the problem.
As a famous director, Mario was naturally not a fool.
He would definitely not get into open conflict with Donald until he was certain of the latter's background.
Otherwise, if pictures of him striking Donald were to be taken by the paparazzi, it would damage his movie's reputation.
Faced with Roman's brazen tone, Donald sniggered. “Are you claiming that permission to use the set isn't needed?”
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