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Chapter 197 - Chapter 197 - Do You Have a Boyfriend?

At the same time, Laila was also flipping through the newspaper. Her focus was different from Roy's; she was more concerned about the public's reaction.

The NBC television station of the Moran family released footage of street interviews after reporting the news. They had two questions: whether it was appropriate for the fan group to protest the director's freedom to make films through a sit-in, and what the speculated outcome of the agreement between Laila Moran and the fans would be.

Among the randomly interviewed people, about half of them thought that the fans' actions were a bit excessive. They believed that the director had the freedom to make whatever films she wanted, and there was no need to use a sit-in protest to stop her. Some others believed that the fans' actions were a true display of love for the director and should not be condemned.

However, everyone praised Laila's handling of the situation, believing that she genuinely cared about her fans. Otherwise, she wouldn't have made such a "risky" agreement with them. Instead of ignoring them like most celebrities would, she had made a sincere promise and given both sides an opportunity.

Oddly enough, when faced with the second question, a significant portion of the respondents believed that Laila's upcoming action film would have a good box office performance. Whether it could surpass her previous records was uncertain, but at the very least, it wouldn't be a disappointing flop.

"Why? It's simple. She's Laila Moran, a witch with magical abilities!" This was the response of a die-hard Laila fan.

"If she didn't have confidence, I don't think she would have made that kind of agreement." This was the rational response.

("Why do I care?" This was the indifferent response from a passerby...)

Laila rested her chin on her hand, watching the television, and gently tapping her desk with her other hand.

She hadn't expected that about half of the people would believe that her first action film would have a decent box office performance. Did this mean that her previous work was well-received, causing many people to change their views on Eastern martial arts films because of her?

Suddenly, her phone rang. She picked it up and saw that it was a call from her grandfather.

"Grandfather, is there something you need?"

"Why would I call you if there's nothing?" The energetic voice of Grandfather Oswald came through the phone.

Laila chuckled. Usually, at this point, she should be responding with a question like, "Can't you call me even if there's nothing?" Having a prideful grandfather was either fortunate or unfortunate, she couldn't decide.

"Alright, dear grandfather, what's the matter?"

"Just now, I received a call from that old man Leslie. He praised you so much that I couldn't sleep well."

Laila raised an eyebrow. "I remember you always waking up early, Grandfather."

"Am I not allowed to sleep in occasionally?" The tone of Grandfather was indignant.

"..." Well, she really shouldn't tease her grandfather. Sighing, she could only go along with his words and ask, "What did he praise me for?"

Indeed, Grandfather was allowed to brag, and he felt satisfied. He started talking non-stop, not even pausing for a breath, creating a continuous stream of words that made Laila's ears buzz.

"Alright, Grandfather, I'm grateful for his appreciation." She finally couldn't help but interrupt. Otherwise, she suspected that he would keep talking until the end of the world. "I'm very satisfied with those photo shoots, and if he likes them, that's even better."

Three sets of photos, three different styles. The first set was the conventional type, the second set fully embraced the Victoria's Secret aesthetic she wanted to bring out, and the third set was her daring experiment, something she even felt was risky.

The experiment turned out to be quite successful, at least satisfying those who saw the finished product. That was enough. The rest would be left to the market to test, to see if her concept could win the approval of the masses.

Grandfather nodded approvingly, recalling the words of his old buddy in the phone call, and he couldn't help but raise his beard happily.

What did it mean to have a face? This was it!

Those old fellows with a bunch of heirs, what qualifications did they have to show off in front of him? Some shameless ones even wanted to introduce his cute little Laila to their children! What else could their children do besides fighting over family property, and occasionally adding a bit of scandal and gossip to the family?

Thinking about it, he also realized that his granddaughter had indeed reached the age where she should find a boyfriend. Janet had brought several boyfriends home when she was the same age. Although those little brats were always too timid to even look up in front of him, they were all cowards, they were at least gaining some youthful experience. When they looked back on it in their old age, they would have some memories.

"Laila, do you have a boyfriend?" Grandfather asked with gritted teeth.

Laila was taken aback. Wasn't Grandfather changing the topic a bit too quickly and abruptly?

"Do you want to introduce someone to me?" Guessing the general reason, she secretly laughed.

"Hmph, let them all die of jealousy!" Grandfather sneered.

What cursed memory, what damned youth! They could all just get lost! His little Laila could grow up happily without those damned things!

"I'm telling you, you're still young. Seize the opportunity while you're young to do more in your career and gain more experience. There are so many men in the world, don't worry about being snatched away by someone else! If you find a man from a good family, you can just snatch him away when the time comes. If someone else has already tested him, at least you'll know if he's flawed."

Laila couldn't help but laugh and cry, "Grandfather, am I different from Mom?"

"How are you different? Both of you are daughters of the Moran family." After forcefully arguing his point, Grandfather had to admit that the two of them did indeed have their differences. At the very least, in terms of intelligence, Janet was lagging several streets behind Laila. Just looking at how her granddaughter had manipulated the reporters to do so much for her, he could tell that she had a special talent for playing with people's hearts.

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