Paisley didn’t argue with them. Her upbringing and character didn’t allow her to waste time on people like that. She dodged Sam’s outstretched hand and coldly refused again, “Thank you, but really, I’m fine.”
Seeing that Paisley still wasn’t moved, Sam grew tired of talking to her. “Tch, ungrateful.” After saying that, he headed straight toward the food truck outside. The manager followed along after rolling her eyes subtly at Paisley.
Sheela walked over to Paisley uneasily. “I’m so sorry.”
Paisley smiled at Sheela. “Why are you apologizing? It has nothing to do with you.”
Seeing Sheela lingering by her side, Paisley asked, “Aren’t you going over to eat with them?”
Sheela stared longingly at the delicious food, visibly gulping. “I need to lose weight.”
Paisley glanced at her stick–thin figure. “You need to lose weight? You’re already so skinny!”
“Yeah, but I need to get even thinner so I look better on camera.”
Paisley understood. The entertainment industry had such harsh standards for women. But there was no other choice–there was a price to pay for everything.
Over by the food truck, Sam and the manager finally noticed how lavish the spread was after getting closer. They both silently cursed the assistant again in their hearts, but outwardly kept up their “gracious” personas.
The manager even snapped several pictures of Sam by the food truck, planning to send them to an assistant for editing before posting online. Gary was surprised–Sam, who had such a terrible attitude while filming, was suddenly so generous.
“Sam, thanks so much for treating us to this feast,” Gary said politely.
Gary’s comment triggered another round of gratitude from everyone present.
“On you?” A cold male voice suddenly sounded from behind him.
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