My Sweet Wife

Such a big boss, of course Zona didn’t dare to offend.

“Ms. Zona,” Trent Stone pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said coldly, “With such a big sun, do you think you’re the only one who’s hot and others aren’t?”

The other party was Leonardo Cooper’s assistant, Zona didn’t dare to fart, just a compensatory smile, “Yes, yes, yes, such a mistake I will never make again, I will definitely shoot the movie properly.”

Trent Stone grunted, “It’s for the best, after all, this place is expensive for daily rent!”Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Zona nodded.

Trent Stone left after saying that, Zona couldn’t swallow that breath, so she scraped fiercely at his back, “What is it, so arrogant …”

Unexpectedly Trent Stone suddenly turned around, scared Zona enough, hard to hold back the remaining words.

Trent Stone looked at her twice and sneered, “By the way Ms. Zona, our president told you to be dedicated or get out yourself. You, hear me?”

“Hear, hear!”

Zona blushed furiously.

Sophie Sabastian had been watching Zona eat her words from the side and didn’t know how comfortable she felt in her heart.

Hearing Trent Stone say that, she couldn’t help but laugh, and went up very quickly again, handing Zona the interview script with a faint smile, “Ms. Zona, thirty minutes are up, can I be interviewed now?”

“Yes yes, of course.”

Zona took the interview script, smiling gently and pleasingly, “I’m sorry, Ms. Sophie, it’s because I’m too sleepy from filming that I fell asleep, you won’t blame me, right?”

Trent Stone hadn’t left yet, Sophie Sabastian didn’t dare to attack even though she knew the woman was sick.

Sophie Sabastian smiled, “Of course not.”

Trent Stone seemed satisfied and was really gone this time.

As soon as he disappeared, Zona’s fake smile immediately disappeared from her face and she threw the interview at Queenie’s, with a passing blank look at Sophie Sabastian.

It wasn’t long before someone brought in a parasol and chilled green bean soup.

Standing under the umbrella and drinking the chilled green bean soup, Sophie Sabastian finally felt cooler.

But when did all interviews get such good treatment?

Confusion crossed her mind, but she didn’t think much of it.

“You’d better hurry up, my time is precious, I have a few scenes to shoot later!” The makeup artist applied Zona’s makeup, and Zona didn’t forget to put on a face.

“Yikes!” Sophie Sabastian purposely dropped the recorder she was holding onto the grass and muttered, “I didn’t realize that the recorder had been left on. But it’s okay, we’ll delete these unimportant bits later.”

Zona still wanted to curse the utterances were all blocked in her throat, unable to say a single word.

If this woman exposed what she said in the tape recorder, I’m afraid she wouldn’t be able to mix in this circle!

Not failing to see Zona’s darkened face, Sophie Sabastian handed over a tablet, “Ms. Zona, I still think it’s better if those questions are not deleted, do you think it’s okay?”

Zona’s eyes were on fire with anger, squeezing the tablet tightly, “It’s fine, as you say.”

Perhaps it was because the recorder was still in Sophie Sabastian’s hand, Zona was very cooperative, an interview was settled in less than half an hour, and even ended up with a group photo with a few people from their TV station.

Sophie Sabastian got up and extended her hand, “Thank you Ms. Zona.”

Zona, however, stared at the recorder in her hand.

Sophie Sabastian dawned on her and fumbled out the recorder and handed it to her, “I’m sorry Ms. Zona, I made a mistake just now, this recorder is actually broken, so …”

“Pah!” Zona threw down the script in her hand in anger and stood up from the chair, her face full of anger, “Sophie Sabastian right? I’ll remember you!”

Sophie Sabastian laughed, “Don’t dare, don’t dare.”

The two photographers watched Zona leave with her assistant in a huff, both giving thumbs up towards Sophie Sabastian.

“There you go, Sophie, you’ve taken care of such a difficult person!”

“You guys think highly of me.” Sophie Sabastian pursed her lips, oblivious to the fact that a line of sight upstairs had been staring at her, “Mission accomplished, let’s go? Hit the road!”