Weston hurriedly waved his hand. “Let's not talk about that today, Mr. Campbell. We need professionals to calculate the details. There's no rush, anyway. We can take our time. If you don't mind, how about we have a meal together later?”
Talking about food made Donald feel sick in the stomach.
I ate too much today. I want to exercise.
“I'm good. I've got something to deal with later. If that's all, I'll take my leave first.”
While Donald got up to leave, a woman's sarcastic voice suddenly rang out behind him.
“Hey, isn't that our famous writer, Ronson Churchill? Why is he all dressed up and sitting here? Are you promoting your script again?”
A frown formed between Donald's brows. For some reason, the woman's words annoyed him.
Determined to find out who the speaker was, Donald turned around to find a fit woman with heavy makeup plastered on her face. She was also holding the hand of a man in a suit.
Weston quickly explained, “Mr. Campbell, that woman is Ronson's ex-girlfriend, Venisha Holloway. She's an actress who dated Ronson for five years. They broke up when she learned that no one wanted to turn his scripts into films.”
Their dating for five years meant they still had feelings for each other, yet they behaved like enemies as soon as they met.
The man, whose arm Venisha was holding, smiled.
“So, he's the useless screenwriter you were talking about?”
Raising her chin smugly, Venisha asked Ronson, “Do you know who he is, Ronson? He's the son of Glory Film Group's chairman, Jermaine Zogby. Of course, he's my boyfriend now. He invested in a movie worth thirty million and plans to make me the female lead. It's going to be hard to get my signature when we meet the next time.”
Ronson said nothing the entire time.
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