Chapter 1311

Ethan and Thalassa arrived at the commercial shoot location soon.

The ad agency representative greeted them with a warm smile, “Mr. Ethan, welcome. Care for a drink?”

Zane handed Ethan a bottle of mineral water, but conspicuously left Thalassat empty-handed.

And then there was that look – a glance shot her way, loaded with an unmistakable distaste.

Thalassa was baffled, clueless about what she might’ve done to rub Zane the wrong way.

Ethan noticed Zane’s reactions and, with a knowing smirk, passed his own water bottle to Thalassa, “Ms. Everhart, you take this.”

Thalassa knew Ethan was trying to avoid awkwardness, nudging Zane to respect her.

But she needed none of it.

She understood why Zane discriminated against her, his gaze brimming with rejection because she lacked a pedigree like Ethan’s. She was “merely” an assistant.

and age, snobs

in bickering

need, Mr. Ethan. I’m not thirsty,” Thalassa declined gracefully.

bottle back to Zane. “Take it back, then. Your hospitality is a bit

and flustered, then

cooled as he strode ahead.

up to

The models should be in there,” Ethan said

“Sure,” she acknowledged.

with a palpable tension. This sort of commanding presence wasn’t something just

all too familiar to Thalassa. Instinctively tensing, she was now facing a tall, striking figure,

was Lysander,

observing the hole on

were being lowered right

behind the canvas, “Mr. Sinclair, this rigging was tricky to angle, and you can’t really see the scene

David was recreating the scenario when she was

was assessing the angle, determining which direction

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