My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 548

Without hesitation, Cooper invested thirty million in the movie Genevieve mentioned.

The moment Joash saw that somconc had invested in the movie without requesting to have the male lead changed, hic swifily soughi Bruce out. “It must have been an investor Ms. Rachford found! She’s the best!”

Subsequently, he questioned in curiosity, “But Mr. Gable, why did you tell me to contact her back then and not Mr. Dixon?”

All matters pertaining to the company’s artists were under James’ purview.

When Joash discerned from the director’s veiled remarks that the producer wanted to change the male lead, he immediately wanted to phone James. However, Bruce stopped him from doing so.

At his question, Bruce replied mildly, “Because Mr. Dixon doesn’t care about me.”

“But isn’t it the same with Ms. Rachford?” Scratching his head, Joash muttered, “When I phoned her the day before, she said it wasn’t her company alone. But in the next heartbeat, she contacted an investor. Did you make some deal with her, Mr. Gable?”

Undeniably, it was suspicious when the owner of an entertainment company treated an artist with a tainted past so nicely.

“Yup, a carnal deal,” Bruce answered with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes before stuffing the thermos into the man’s hand. “If I’d known you were so talkative then, I wouldn’t have hired you.”

“I’m just concerned about you, Mr. Gable,” Joash muttered, smiling sheepishly.

When he saw that the thermos contained tea, he remarked, “You’ve got to go to the studio at nine o’clock for filming and attend Fantasy Film Festival at eight o‘clock at night, Mr. Gable. As such, you must keep yourself in top condition. Don’t drink tea anymore. I’ll buy you iced coffee to reduce the swelling on your face!”

Having said that, he left in a hurry.

Bruce leaned back against the chair and massaged his temples, feeling exceedingly tired.

He had never thought that he would be living with someone else’s identity one day, much less that he would become an insignificant artist from an influential figure in the business world.

Worse suill, he had no resources because of his negative press, coupled with the fact that he had just switched companies,

He was only filming one movie, yet he was already dead tired.

From the second he opened his eyes cach day, he either had to go through the script or exercise in the gym. When the film crew had made the arrangements, he had to rush to the studio to film.

In the past, he felt that coffee was really fragrant. But the mere sight of it alone nauseated him at present

He snagged his phone from the table. After unlocking it, the picture of a young woman asleep on her side popped up on his home screen.

so even the fine hairs on her face were visible. Part of her shoulder was exposed from under the covers, her skin as white as

side, she appeared as pretty

his finger on the screen to keep it from going black. He gazed at the woman greedily for a long

open WhatsApp. When he found the only chat

Thank

the other end of

on his way back to the studio after

You‘ve got to

Okay. I‘ll repay you

couldn’t resist sending another message that read:

I‘m waiting

You‘re going on a business trip,

something. Isn‘t there an opening ceremony of a film festival in Baykeep tonight? My friend rang me up

Joash about the film festival’s venue, but seeing that Genevieve

to say, we‘ll be

mood suddenly took a turn for the better. He texted: I‘ll also

replied: See

hungry, Mr. Cable? Have a whole wheat bun.” Joash handed Bruce a bun, only to notice that the latter

the man exited WhatsApp, he glimpsed the picture of the woman on the home

Chapter 548

invested thirty million in the movie

movie without requesting to have the male lead changed, hic swifily soughi Bruce

why did you

pertaining to the company’s artists were

wanted to change the male lead, he immediately

“Because

the same with Ms. Rachford?” Scratching his head, Joash muttered, “When I phoned her the day before, she said it wasn’t her company alone. But in the next heartbeat,

of an entertainment company treated an artist with

eyes before stuffing the thermos into the man’s

Mr.

that the thermos contained tea, he remarked, “You’ve got to go to the studio at nine o’clock for filming and attend Fantasy Film Festival at eight o‘clock at night, Mr. Gable. As such, you

he left in

chair and massaged

day, much less that he would become an insignificant artist from an influential figure

press, coupled with the fact that he had