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.

day and age, snobs

bickering

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

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

and flustered, then he took the water

as he strode

up

The models should be in there,” Ethan said over his shoulder to

“Sure,” she acknowledged.

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

to Thalassa. Instinctively tensing, she was now facing a tall, striking figure, a man of

was Lysander,

by the backdrop, observing the hole on

rigging were being lowered right where Lysander stood.

Sinclair, this rigging was tricky to angle, and you

heart skipped a beat, instantly realizing that David was recreating the

angle, determining which direction was best suited for

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