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Chapter 1137
Crysti grinned slightly, “We were just talking about this. My brother said he wouldn’t mind trying out a sugar daddy
role, you know?” Chloe looked at Claud Watson in surprise, then bit her lip lightly. “Are you really planning to be a
sugar daddy?”
Claud stared at her coldly. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“Of course not.” She was pleased, finally able to shift the focus and bother someone else.
“But Cicely, I think being kept by Claud wouldn’t be so bad…”
“Exactly…”
Crysti hurriedly agreed..
“What sugar daddy? Who’s keeping whom?”
A sweet laugh came from behind. They all turned around and saw Danielle walking slowly over with Seth.
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Chloe raised an eyebrow, glanced at Cicely, and promptly flagged down a passing waiter to get two drinks as a
server passed by.
“Mr. Diaz and Danielle.”
Quinn quickly stepped forward to greet them. As a director, he was naturally eager to get on good terms with The
Watson Group. But the last person one wanted to offend in the entertainment industry was Seth.
“Hello, Mr. Quinn.” Danielle greeted with a smile, “What were you guys talking about? Who’s keeping whom?”
Quinn laughed heartily, “We were joking about Claud and Cicely.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe pointed at Claud and Cicely, “Just kidding.”
Nobody would dare to openly discuss such a topic if it was true.
However, Cicely handed a glass of wine to Claud. They had been talking and their glasses were empty. It was time
for a refill.
Claud’s eyes fell on the glass in Cicely’s hand and paused. Cicely then remembered his obsession with cleanliness.
“I’m sorry, I forgot that Mr. Watson is a germaphobe…”
Claud raised an eyebrow and took the glass from her as she was about to pull it back. “It’s fine since you’ve already
mentioned the sugar daddy thing, what’s a glass of wine?”
Their fingers brushed as they exchanged the glass, and Claud’s face slightly hardened.
For a moment, which might have been two seconds or even less, Seth narrowed his eyes, his hand in his pocket, his
knuckles tense, hidden by the fabric.
As a veteran in the entertainment industry, Quinn was good at reading people. He had directed many actors and
was very sensitive to their expressions and aura.
The cold and gloomy aura radiating from Seth surprised him. Why was this? Who had provoked him?
Chloe raised an eyebrow and lifted her glass with stars twinkling in her eyes. She sipped her champagne lightly and
looked around with a smile, “Well, isn’t this a coincidence? Most of the main cast of the show is here.”
Quinn quickly responded, “Indeed… let me introduce, Danielle, Ms. Watson, and Crysti from our show.”
Danielle was a bit taken aback, but greeted Crysti, “Hello.”
Crysti also smiled, “Hello, I look forward to working with you.”
Danielle smiled, but her gaze shifted to Cicely who was standing aside, seemingly indifferent and detached.
“Will Ms. Cicely be joining Ms. Watson on set?”
Cicely, whose name was mentioned, turned to Danielle, her smile indecipherable. She looked at Chloe, “Is there
such a thing as an agent not following their artist on set?”
Chloe smiled faintly, “No. Don’t get your hopes up.”
Cicely pursed her lips, “There must be, right? Otherwise, why would she ask such a pointless question?”
Chloe didn’t respond. Cicely was being pushy, and it was clear to everyone.
Danielle’s face flashed with discomfort.
A pointless question….
According to what she knew of Cicely, this was no more than a mockery of her talkativeness and pointlessness.
After a little get–together, they all dispersed. Throughout, Seth hadn’t said a word, and Cicely hadn’t glanced at
him. She had mentioned everyone else, except for him and Danielle, completely ignoring them as if they were
invisible.
Knowing that Chloe couldn’t stand the increasingly cold atmosphere, she took Cicely to participate in other
activities.
Seth slowly savored the drink in his hand, the umpteenth drink for the night. He was graceful and composed, cool
and indifferent. But in his long, narrow eyes, a layer of gloom was intensifying, accumulating at the bottom of his
eyes, almost solidifying. It seemed that even the fiercest of winds could sway
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No one fully understood his temper. Even Danielle, who had been with him for years, couldn’t accurately gauge his
temper.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt generally depended on his mood. If he wanted to endure, he would. If he didn’t, he would explode.
Seth had never consciously evaluated his self–control. Because no one could catch his attention, let alone provoke
his boundaries. He hadn’t even considered that he needed self–control.
However, every time he was made acutely aware of his need for self–control, it was because of one person.
Now, every moment, he felt his self–control being depleted. Even he didn’t know what else that woman could do to
completely shatter his patience. Danielle once again excused herself from a group of female friends, her face
flushed as she came over and took Seth’s arm.
“Seth, should we stay the night?”
Looking at the woman who had been drinking with Chloe from his narrow eyes, a smile appeared on his handsome
face. His lips curled up slightly, carrying a charming yet gloomy air.
“Seth?”
“Alright, I’ll have someone arrange a room for you.”
For a moment, Danielle’s eyes were filled with surprise, followed by a mix of shyness and excitement.
From the start, Cicely was introduced and acquainted with many important figures by Chloe. She had quite a few
drinks but wasn’t drunk beyond what she could handle. Finally, considering that she wasn’t feeling good, Chloe
arranged for a driver to take her home.
“You go first. The driver is waiting for you in the underground parking lot.
Cicely wasn’t drunk, but she was totally beat. She’d never been a fan of such crowded, noisy events where men’s
cologne and women’s perfume mixed together, suffocating her.
Being allowed to duck out early was just what the doctor ordered.
When she got to the underground parking lot via the elevator, the doors slid open and she tip–toed out, turning left.
Suddenly, her right hand was grabbed tight…