Chapter 1101
Yorrick nodded, “Alright, let’s have a few drinks at night.”
Xyla had a night scene and ended the shooting around 11:30 p.m. She was exhausted because that was the first time she felt that movies weren’t as relaxed as series.
Mindy sent her home, and once she drove off, Xyla’s phone started ringing. She was curious who was calling her so late and when she took a look, it was… Yorrick?
Hadn’t he blocked her?
She picked up. “What can I do for you so late at night, Mr. Hathaway?” He said something that Xyla didn’t hear and thought something had happened to him. “Hello!” “Is that Ms. Mayweather?” The bodyguard picked up, “I’m sorry for bothering you so late. Where are you? Mr. Hathaway is drunk and won’t leave. The bar is closing, and I’m out of ideas. Could you come to help us
please?”
Xyla pushed her hair out of her face and chuckled. “He’s drunk, and I need to help him?”
The bodyguard was out of ideas. “Mr. Hathaway insisted on calling you. I’m sure he’ll leave if you come to talk to him.”
Xyla hesitated and scoffed., “Where are you?” The bodyguard replied, “Peace Avenue, Bar No. 38.” Xyla drove her car straight toward Peace Avenue. When she got there, there were no more patrons there.
She walked in with her bag and high heels. Yorrick sat next to the window, his hand on his forehead.
The bodyguard, the servers, and the bar manager were there waiting. Xyla tossed her bag onto the table. Yorrick frowned as he looked up at her.
The bodyguard walked to Xyla. “You’re here. Please, talk to him.”
“What should I say? If he doesn’t leave, just chase him out. If that doesn’t work, throw him out. Some rich lady might see him and take him home.”
Xyla was wearing sunglasses, so the servers couldn’t see her face clearly under the dim lighting.
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