The host couldn't stop laughing at Roy's antics. "Alright, alright, it's clear that you're very popular. But it's also clear that you genuinely aren't worried. What exactly makes you trust her so much? Do you really have no doubts? After all, that person did make some valid points. Many people, including me, can't help but wonder if one person's talent can be divided into many parts."
"No chance," Roy said firmly and confidently. "I remember a story, I can't recall the details, but the gist of it is that there was a beggar who survived by eating freshly baked bread every day, filled with the fragrance of milk and wheat. One day, he saw the king passing by in a magnificent carriage and envied him, thinking that the king, being so rich, must eat freshly baked bread every day."
His example was simple yet mocking, and even those who didn't immediately understand could grasp the underlying message. Faiza was the beggar in this analogy, unable to comprehend the king's actual life and instead relying on her limited perspective to judge.
Seemingly unsatisfied, Roy continued, "Our boss once mentioned an Eastern idiom that I think fits that person perfectly, it's called 'frog in a well.' It means a frog living in a well thinks the small patch of sky it sees is the whole world, but it's merely due to its ignorance, not realizing there's a much broader universe outside."
The host had never heard of this Eastern idiom and was momentarily confused. Nevertheless, Roy's explanation made sense, and it was easy for anyone to understand.
"The East is truly an incredible place; they often use simple stories to convey profound meanings. So, Roy, do you believe in the authenticity of Director Moran's talent?"
Roy smiled and shook his head. "To be honest, there's no point in saying too much. It's just that my boss hasn't spoken up yet. When she does, everyone will know the truth. I'm honestly tired of all the rumors and gossip outside. I look forward to the day when she sets the record straight."
Watching Roy complain on TV, Laila couldn't help but feel amused. It seemed that participating in talk shows like this one, just like her appearance on "The O'Reilly Factor," had its moments of fun. Perhaps it would help boost the ratings for her own TV network.
However, she would need to wait a bit longer; if she came forward now, the buzz might not be enough. Moreover, Faiza seemed to be in a good mood recently, so Laila decided to let her enjoy it a little longer. After all, there wasn't much time left.
The next day, as Laila arrived at the office, she received a call from Prince Al Nadeem. Seeing his number, her head began to throb. She promptly hung up, wanting nothing to do with him.
However, Prince Al Nadeem, lacking self-awareness, assumed there was an issue with the phone lines. He showed up at the company with a large group of bodyguards.
The receptionist recognized him immediately, and not wanting to be the one responsible for potentially upsetting the future "lady of the house," reported his arrival.
Laila's expression was a mix of annoyance and frustration. "Damn it! There are reporters outside! I knew associating with him would bring trouble!"
She sighed inwardly, realizing that if she didn't let him in, the reporters might speculate wildly. So, she reluctantly instructed her team to bring him upstairs.
"Your American communication is terrible; I called several times and couldn't get through," Neubhani complained as soon as he entered the room, sitting down across from Laila.
Laila's eye twitched at his words. "You came here to complain about the communication system in my company? This is a movie studio; you're complaining to the wrong person."
Prince Al Nadeem furrowed his brow, feeling somewhat wronged. However, he believed it must be his misunderstanding. Why would she treat him like a fool? It was probably due to his limited understanding of English.
"Laila, I've come to help you," he finally stated.
"Help again?" Laila's icy-blue eyes widened, finding it hard to believe he dared to use the word "help" in her presence. "No, no more help! Please don't help! All the trouble I've had is because of your 'help'! Just stay a hundred miles away from me and promise never to come near me again; that would be the biggest help!"
Prince Al Nadeem knew what she was referring to but still felt wronged. "How could I have known that Faiza would go crazy? Regardless, she's in the wrong this time. I'll take her back to our country, and her father will discipline her properly. You can rest assured."
"No need!" Laila's voice was firm as she rejected the offer. After all, Faiza was crucial for the promotion of her upcoming movie. If she were taken away, Laila would have to handle everything herself.
"You don't need to bother with me; it'll be fine when I'm not around," Prince Al Nadeem said casually, oblivious to the fact that he was being dismissed.
Laila was about to lose her temper, but Louise intervened.
"Why don't we discuss this in the lounge?" she suggested.