Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute

Araria City in September still has the heat of summer, but Starry's voice is like a stream flowing slowly through the mountains as unhurried, clear and bright, immediately splashing the fire in his heart are down a few points.

Filip looked at Starry in front of him, I can't say what I felt in my heart, but suddenly I felt that Starry, after the divorce, seemed less obnoxious than before.

His reason came back to him, and his dark, sullen face eased, and his original questioning words were swallowed and replaced with, "Do you know who Hamish is?"

"Do I need to know who he is?"

Filip was choked by Starry's words, but his opponent's face was calm and did not mean to choke him.

She really didn't think she needed to know who Hamish was.

If it was the usual Filip, this time would have already turned away.

They are divorced, what does it matter to him if Starry will be played?

Today, however, it was as if his long-future rebellion had arrived, and his behavior was the opposite of what it used to be, "Then I advise you to find out who he is better." Starry felt some hand tired of carrying that kettle, she changed her handheld, the sunlight is a bit harsh, but slightly raised her head, her eyes were lit up to shine out of tears.

She had to lower her head down again, "But I'm not really interested in knowing."

Filip snorted, "Then I hope you can keep your present composure even when you are cheated."

He shouldn't have come on this trip today.

A sudden gust of wind blew Starry's hat up, and she hurriedly raised her hand to press it down and looked at Filip, "But thank you for making the trip, if there's nothing else, I'll continue watering the flowers."

With the relationship between the two of them now, it would not be appropriate for her to invite him in to sit.

When Filip heard Starry's words, his face, which had just eased up, instantly sank down again.

He gave Starry a cold look, "No thanks."

When he finished, he turned around and went back to the car.

Not long after, Starry heard the sound of a car engine.

Carrying her water bottle, she looked out and could no longer see Filip's car exhaust.

Starry twitched his eyebrows, withdrew his eyes and continued to water the flowers with his head down.

After the middle of September, it seems that autumn is starting to come to Araria City.

But the weather was so nice at noon that Starry moved his easel to the garden to paint.

It was more than five o'clock in the evening before Starry collected the tools and prepared to go back to cooking.

She had just lifted her easel out of the winding path when she saw Hamish standing at the door of the villa ringing the doorbell.

Starry couldn't help but remember Filip's words from last week, and she narrowed her eyebrows a bit and took a few steps forward, "Hamish?" "President Bradley."

The man took off his baseball cap, revealing those long, narrow, beautiful eyes that were looking at her diffidently.

Hamish had just shot a commercial and his face makeup was still on. The extended eyeliner on his already beautiful eyes looked even more sultry.

Starry averted her eyes at his look, "Something wrong?"

"Wanted to take you to dinner to thank you for helping me take that vase last time."

The easel is a little heavy, Starry put it on the ground, "It's just a small favor, you don't have to take it to heart, I appreciate your feelings. Just finished, you go back to rest." "Can I come in for a glass of water?"

Hamish pointed to his throat, "It's a little dry."

Starry is not such an unreasonable person, not to mention that Hamish is the one she signed personally.

She raised her hand to open the door and Hamish walked in, picking up the easel at her heels with one hand, "Let me help you."

The man is strong, carrying the easel is like carrying a balloon, so effortless.

Starry didn't dwell on it, closed the door behind him and turned around to enter the villa.

She poured a glass of honey water and placed it at Hamish's heels, "Drink it and go back to rest."

She was driving people away.

Hamish naturally heard it, and he picked up his honey water and drank most of it, "President Bradley, I don't much like to owe people favors."

Starry footsteps a beat, looked back at him, thought about it, she turned and folded back, took out her phone, found the Facebook collection code, "I can write three thousand words an hour, the price of a thousand words is about a thousand, three thousand an hour, I helped you shoot the vase that day, it took two hours, transfer me six thousand."

Hearing Starry and these words, Hamish had a rare moment of bewilderment, he looked up at Starry, "President Bradley would rather take my money than have dinner with me, what is President Bradley afraid of?"

Starry looked at his beautiful eyes, and it was his eyes that softened her heart once in a while.

She hooked her lips and smiled, "You're overthinking it, aren't you the one who said that you don't like to owe people favors? Money is the easiest thing to figure out."

It's better than eating, no need for you to come and go.

Hamish suddenly smiled back, pulled out his phone and swiped at her collection code, "President Bradley was right."

No sooner had he said that than Starry received six thousand dollars in the bank.

She put the phone away, "Well, the favor you owe me has been paid."

Hamish got up and stood in front of Starry, looking at Starry steadily for a few seconds before he spoke, "Thank you President Bradley for the honey water."

"You're welcome."

Starry returned the question calmly and turned to send him downstairs.

After that day, Hamish did not contact Starry again.

And of course, Starry never saw Filip again.

Starry's daily life is regular and orderly, a small life is very uneventful, not good or bad.

Occasionally Izabella ran to the cottage to find Starry, Starry prepared snacks, two people in the courtyard barbecue and afternoon tea, but more than in the outside pleasant.

The time has come to Archangel Pictures' sixth anniversary celebration, which is usually attended by Declan and Starry is hidden behind the scenes, so she has nothing to do with it.

But now that her identity is exposed, Starry is naturally not good enough to do what she has been doing for the past five years.

The sixth anniversary of Archangel Pictures coincided with the weekend, Declan had a yacht chartered and the whole company went out for a two-day and one-night vacation, and Izabella followed Starry wher she found out.

Edward, who had been busy for most of the year, was also free at this time. Catherine specially helped him vacate three days for Edward to attend this year's anniversary celebration.

Everything was ready and at eight o'clock on Saturday morning, more than thirty employees of Archangel Pictures and twelve artists, along with Starry, boarded the yacht.

This is the first time that Archangel Pictures employees have seen Starry up close and personal, although they knew last year that the big boss behind their company was Starry and that Starry was a big beautiful woman.

But Starry has always been low-key, online photos, they are living in the dark, not many people have really seen.

Today finally saw the real person, many people were stunned and excited.

Mrs. Newman was amazed at Starry's elegance and beauty, and she couldn't help but feel at Starry's figure, "If President Bradley had entered the entertainment industry, there would be nothing to do with those stars!"

Alexia Dawson and Harley Howard are currently recognized as the face ceiling inside the entertainment industry.

Of course, there were many people in the audience who thought the same way as Mrs. Newman.

Beautiful, President Bradley is really beautiful ah!