Her Biliionaire Husband

Chapter 1301

Sam Symons smiled, “You’ve finally arrived. I was worried that if you didn’t show up, it would hinder the crew’s progress in filming.” “Hahaha, it’s great to see you here. It’s a relief.” Director Zhao let out a long sigh of relief. The two directors exchanged glances and smiled at each other.

Veronica Murphy shrugged, “I took a day off yesterday, so I’m free today. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Naturally, I won’t hinder the crew’s progress.” She pointed outside with her hand and said, “I’ll go to the dressing room to do my makeup first.” “Uh, okay, okay,” Sam Symons nodded repeatedly, and his attitude towards Veronica Murphy became much more polite.

It was probably due to Matthew Kings’ pressure yesterday, as well as the fact that Larry Freeman heard about Veronica Murphy’s incident and rushed back from abroad.

Under the heavy pressure, Sam Symons naturally became friendlier towards Veronica Murphy. As the saying goes, “When in Rome, do as the Romans do.” While Veronica Murphy was doing her makeup in the dressing room, a man barged in. That man was none other than Larry Freeman.

Wearing a loose white down jacket, a duckbill cap, and a black mask, Larry Freeman walked briskly to Veronica Murphy and grabbed the makeup artist who was doing her makeup, pulling her aside. He casually moved a chair and sat in front of Veronica Murphy. “You troublemaker, why didn’t you tell me about such a significant incident?”” Veronica Murphy looked at Larry Freeman, who suddenly appeared in front of her, with some surprise. “How did you come back?” “Isn’t that a foolish question to ask?” Larry Freeman raised his hand, took off his mask and cap, angrily threw them on the table, and frowned, “You’re the one I recommended to the crew. When something happens to you, not only does it affect Sam Symons’ filming, but I can’t explain it to your husband either.” He raised his hand and ran his fingers through his hair in annoyance. “Damn it, you’re mine. Who dares to touch you?” As a popular idol, Larry Freeman had a silent and reserved personality in front of outsiders, as well as the maturity and stability of a grown man, gentle as jade.

But little did they know that the person in front of Veronica Murphy right now was the real Larry Freeman Benfeng.

“It’s alright, everything has been taken care of,” Veronica Murphy said. “Didn’t I send you a message?” “You can receive messages on the plane?” “The plane has Wi-Fi.” “Really?” Larry Freeman shook his head. “I didn’t know.” Veronica Murphy smiled and teased, “There are things that you, Larry Freeman, don’t know.” “Don’t give me any nonsense. You were with me yesterday…” Larry Freeman was about to say something when he noticed the makeup artist gazing at him with infatuation in her eyes. He waved his hand dismissively and said, “You go first, I have something to say to her.” take a picture with you?” Larry Freeman frowned slightly, showing a hint of displeasure, but he quickly stood up and pulled the makeup artist closer to him. He placed his hand on her shoulder and took her phone in his other hand. “Alright, let’s count to three.

One, two, three…” After saying ‘three’, he tapped the camera button and took a series of quick shots. He swiftly handed the phone back to the makeup artist. “Goodbye.” The speed at which he acted caught the makeup artist off guard. She looked at the selfie on her phone, smiled, and said, “Okay, thank you.” She happily ran out of the makeup room. Veronica Murphy, now playing the supporting actress, had her own separate dressing room, specially arranged by the director for her convenience.

“Now, can you tell me who it was yesterday?” Larry Freeman asked sternly. His sharp gaze fixed on Veronica Murphy, as if to say, “If you don’t give me an answer today, this matter won’t be over!”