She spoke unhurriedly, "Tell someone when you get back that even though their methods are still somewhat underhanded, they've improved from before. I look forward to their next move. Don't disappoint me."
Lucy Taylor and Sunny Lee were completely befuddled.
The producer, reduced to a nervous mess and weak in the knees, would have collapsed if he hadn't been leaning on a door. He forced a smile, "I don't understand what you're saying. This time, it was truly an accident. To compensate, I'll arrange a separate commercial shoot for your group. Will that suffice?"
A slap, then a date.
Lucy retorted coldly, "Who cares about your commercial shoot!"
Hannah shook her head, "Whether you understand or not is irrelevant. You're a smart man. Since you're already acting as a lackey, you won't mind being the messenger."
The producer bowed and hastily left the room.
Making money is tough!
Even after he'd left for quite a while, Lucy still couldn't help cursing.
