As many fans said, it's not surprising that she won the championship, but not winning would be the real news.
Cooper underestimated her influence, which could have been a fatal blow to others, but it didn't affect her at all.
Moreover, at this time, Laila had bigger news on her hands. Even if it wasn't about the movie, her name was always in the media.
Everyone wanted to know—where was Roy?
On the day of the premiere, Roy, who had no acting commitments, did not appear on the red carpet, which was very unusual. Based on past experience, even if he was busy, he would still attend the premiere with her. But the reality was that not only did he not attend, but until now, facing numerous media and fans gathered under his FB account asking, he did not respond at all!
Where did Roy go? It's not just the people outside who want to know, Laila also wants to know, because she hasn't heard from him for over a week. Although the previous contact was just a few words, at least he would occasionally call to say he was safe. But a week ago, she hadn't heard from him, and she didn't know what he was doing, or... if he had encountered any trouble.
"BOSS, if you're so worried, why not let someone look for him?" After taking the document signed by the boss, Demi saw that Roy Seasonstar was strangely signed where Laila's name should be, and she knew the boss's mind was not on work at all.
She sighed for her loyalty, and only a secretary like her could handle the boss's work so seriously. In this state, if the document just signed was a donation of property, maybe everything she had would have belonged to someone else now.
"It's okay, do you need me to sign any more documents? Bring them all here." Laila refused to admit that she had just been absent-minded; that would be too embarrassing.
But when Demi wordlessly placed the documents she had just signed in front of her, she couldn't say anything else. Well, there was no face left to lose.
Laila pinched her forehead. She knew he was out and about a few days ago, and even when he was gone for several months, she wasn't this agitated. But this time, the time apart was too long, making it impossible for her to persuade herself with "nothing happened, just my own worry," and she couldn't find a reason to convince herself.
"Demi, I want to rest for a while, you go ahead and busy yourself."
"Okay. Call me if you need anything." Demi looked at the boss with concern, then walked out, closing the door behind her, and postponing a meeting that wasn't too important. She didn't think that in such a situation, the boss would be able to discuss the meeting topics clearly. It would be better for her to rest.
After Demi left, Laila stood up from her chair and walked to the window.
Unlike her office in Hollywood, her grandfather's office had large French windows that allowed her to comfortably overlook the cars and pedestrians below, which looked like ants, and were barely visible.
This was New York, one of the largest and most advanced cities in the world, with skyscrapers everywhere. In the past, whenever she looked out like this, she would feel a sense of freedom, as if she were flying in the sky. But today, the original feeling did not appear, replaced by worry for Roy.
She had been comforting herself, thinking that he was just like before, off on an interesting trip with some friends. But when the time without contact exceeded a week, her calmness, her composure, and her coolness all disappeared without a trace.
She even felt that her previous way of giving him so-called personal space might have been wrong. For men, such mysterious creatures, perhaps she shouldn't give them so-called personal space. Maybe she should be like many other girls, always keeping track of his whereabouts and the numbers in his bank account.
She had sent people to look for him, but even Xiao Ye had not brought her any good news for the time being.
Just as she was restless and lost in thought, her phone rang.
It was a number only known to close friends and family. Laila immediately put the phone to her ear. "I'm Laila Moran."
The voice on the other end, however, was Oswald's. "It's me. Laila."
"Oh, Grandpa? How's Grandma?" Laila felt a bit disappointed; she thought it would be him...
How could the old man not hear the tone she didn't hide? "She's recovering quite well. How about you? Has Roy still not called?"
"Yeah," Laila responded dejectedly.
"Do you need me to have someone help find him?"
"Not for now. I've already asked someone to help look for him and am waiting for news."
"Good. If you need me, call me anytime." After a pause, he continued, "That boy is lucky. I believe there must be a reason why he can't be contacted. He may show up in front of you in a few days."
"I know, don't worry, Grandpa."
Oswald sighed lightly, knowing that whoever this happened to, it would be impossible not to worry. If his little Laila had been missing for over a week, he would probably have called the presidential palace long ago.
To avoid worrying Grandpa, Laila deliberately changed the subject, asked about Grandma, and then ended the call.
She didn't dare to let the call go on like this, what if Xiao Ye called just as she was on the phone?
It seemed that the heavens heard her thoughts. A few seconds after she hung up the phone, her phone rang again. This time, before answering, she looked at the number. It was Xiao Ye!
"Xiao Ye, I'm Laila!" She hurriedly answered.
"Laila." Xiao Ye's voice was not very clear, as if he was in a place with interference. "It's not convenient for me to talk on the phone right now, so I'll make it brief."
"Okay, have you found him?"
"I haven't found him yet, but I know where he's been recently. You know? In the past month or two, he has been to Russia, Australia, and South Africa."
Laila was stunned. These were things she had no idea about. "What was he doing in those places?"
"I haven't found out yet. I'm asking friends to investigate further. But I have a guess, I don't know if I should say it."
"What shouldn't you say? Is it related to his disappearance?"
Xiao Ye chuckled bitterly, "It might be related, or it might not." He didn't know if he should say this. If he guessed correctly, if he said it in advance, it might make something that could be very beautiful not so beautiful.
"When can I get the exact news about him?" Laila didn't know what he meant, but his words stirred up some worries in her: "Is he... still alive?"