The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

"Well..." Alfred Moran, the director, could only murmur awkwardly.

Jeff Bale, the bald scriptwriter, strode up with an apologetic smile. "Actually, Ms. York rejected the parts. And she's one of the sponsors for the production, so we can't just force her.

"Yeah, Mr. Xinder," Alfred reasoned. "Just calm down, and get ready for your part today."

"Fuck off!"

Roman refused to hear a word of it, however and flung the script an assistant brought him straight at Alfred's face. "I wouldn't have taken this role if Noel wasn't involved! And now you're telling me that we don't have intimate scenes?! What am I even doing here?!"

Frank narrowed his eyes at Roman's outburst, his impression of the man hitting rock-bottom instantly.

However, Roman just happened to be seeing red and needed more people to vent.

As the production crew was busy with their respective tasks and kept their heads down so that they did not get caught, only Frank was staring his way.

Roman abruptly realized that Frank was staring his way. He strode toward Frank, pointing at Frank and snapping, "Who is he?! Who let him in here?! Who's going to take responsibility if my public image gets affected?!"

"Oh, calm down, Mr. Xinder." His manager quickly tried to reason with him, smiling apologetically.

The entire production crew seemed to revolve around him, and no one dared to mess with him.

And yet, that was when Frank spoke flatly, "Your public image? It's really not a loss."

The production crew was suddenly still and silent.

"What did you just say?" Roman demanded in disbelief, as if he did not hear Frank.

However, Frank completely ignored the looks others gave him and chuckled coolly. "I said, how is your public image going to be affected when it's this bad?"

Roman's cheeks flushed as he flew into a rage and leapt at Frank, ready to get physical. "How dare you!"

Frank naturally was not going to let him, slapping him resoundingly and sending him stumbling to the floor while leaving a red mark on his cheek. én.swnovels.net

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"How dare you!"

"You've asked for it!"

His relation left the production crew. and the security guards all turning pale, and some quickly helped Roman to his feet while others snapped at Frank.

Alfred's face was virtually black. "Who are you?! Who allowed you in here?!"

After all, Roman was Draconia's rising star and the face of one of the Soranos' production companies!

Slapping Roman in Morhen was basically a slap to the Soranos' face!

Does this brat have a death wish, or did he have no idea who Roman was?!

In fact, Alfred was shuddering when he saw the bruise on Roman's face.

An actor's face was his life, and they were really screwed here!

"Who let him in here?!" Alfred shrieked madly.

The Soranos would be after him if anything happened to Roman!

At the same time, the security guards had encircled Frank, but he remained calm.

The security guards who brought him in were petrified and on their knees as they explained, "He's Noel York's friend, sir. She just called to let him in." én.swnovels.net