Watching Caroline Edwin and the others leave without hesitation, Mr. Hu, the photographer, glanced down at the film in the camera.
He huffed angrily, kicking a prop that was on the ground.
"Fuck!"
Mr. Hu, full of rage, sat down on a stool, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, and fiercely drank several gulps.
Instead of choosing such a talented artist, they insisted on pushing a background dog into the mix. Did the senior executives' brains get soaked or were they caught in a door?
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When Caroline and the others walked out, they just reached the entrance of the company building when a black high-end van stopped.
A woman got out of the car, taking off her sunglasses and casually tossing them to the assistant next to her.
That stunningly gorgeous face was also intense and domineering, carrying a strong aggressiveness, like a thorny red rose, dangerous and enchanting.
