"Stop it."
Lottie's expression was serious, not like she was joking.
Connie remembered what seemed to be, followed by a curb of laughter.
"Why do you have that look on your face, did something happen?"
Lottie shook her head: "Just a little bed-sick, didn't sleep well."
"In all the time I've known you, this is the first time I've ever known you to have this problem."
Connie shredded while bringing the topic across.
"You can't do this, there are a lot of media here today, if you appear in front of them like this, they will have to make up the story that you were dumped by Mr. Chapman."
Lottie raised the corners of her lips, but there was no half smile under her eyes.
"Don't smile if you don't want to, it can be really ugly."
Connie spits out while her heart aches for her, thinking about whether she should tell Lottie the truth of what she saw now.
She didn't need to tell Connie that there must have been an argument between Mr. Chapman and Lottie after what happened yesterday.
She was not someone who could hold her tongue, and was about to tell the whole story when there was another courteous knock on the door of her room.
The crowd looked back as Alfred was pushed in front of several people by the butler.
Alfred's sharp eyes stared at Connie, straight to Connie to see the heart weak.
"What for?" Connie blustered.
Alfred gave a light laugh: "No why, aren't you my agent? Thought I'd let you lead us to the director later."
Connie looked at him suspiciously, "And I have to lead?"
I didn't see Alfred listening to his manager before, he always kept to himself, even his manager couldn't control him.
Alfred: "Of course, why else would Lottie be here with you?"
The eyes of the crowd were unanimous in looking at Lottie.
Alfred's afterglow swept over the blue and black under her eyes, and a glint of understanding flashed through his eyes.
Alfred also said, "The same is under your artist, please also the broker should be treated equally."
Connie secretly rolled her eyes, but did not argue.
After all, her duties are here and she can't shirk them.
With two of the three artists coming, Connie simply asked someone to go get Natalia.
A few moments later, Natalia arrives, followed by Kayden, the little tail.
Kayden was startled to see so many people over here, and looked around before coming over to Lottie and asking, "Auntie, how come I don't see Uncle Ralph?"
"He stayed up late working last night and is now catching up on his sleep."
Lottie's tone is flat and unmistakable.
Kayden didn't take it personally, nodding and saying, "So that's what happened."
It was getting late, so Connie didn't let them continue their pleasantries and led her three artists to the set along with the others.
The set and the hotel are relatively close to each other, just a ten-minute drive.
Connie got a super-sized RV, stuffed everyone into the same car, and drove off to the set with a whirl.
Several people took turns applying makeup in the car.
Lottie only now learned that Ralph had prepared a team of assistants for them yesterday, including stylists and make-up artists, and even a nutritionist, etc. Even Edward, the doctor who was with the team, was counted.
It can be said to be very well prepared.
Connie was relieved to see Lottie's dark circles under her eyes lightly covered by the makeup artist.
In front of Lottie deliberately praised Ralph: "or Mr. Chapman thoughtful, everything has been considered, afraid that you are not used to eating the crew's food, even the chef and nutritionist have brought their own."
Lottie was a little uneasy: "Wouldn't it be a little too good?"
The word is out that people are afraid to say she is playing a big game.
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