"F-Fuck off?!"

Willy almost flew into a rage but was afraid of flipping out.

He nodded politely at Frank and glanced at Roman once before fleeing.

And fled he did, like a rat who saw a cat, showing no intention to fight back at all.

It was frustrating, but there was nothing he could do as he cursed inwardly.

Meanwhile, the production crew was left shaking in their boots, afraid to breathe as they watched Willy leave fearfully.

Who on earth was Frank to be able to tell Willy to fuck off?! One of Morhen's most famous bigwigs?!

On top of that, Willy was afraid to even retort. In fact, he did not dare say a word and fucked off as he was told.

Alfred Moran the director and Jeff Bale the screenwriter were both gasping.

the security guards to help Roman attack

his knees in front of Frank, Alfred pleaded,

"Don't bother."

to meddle. I just didn't expect Roman Xinder to behave so

smile. "No, of course

"Honor, huh?"

the security guards standing at a corner, shaking his head and chuckling, "I was

knew who he was? Could he not

he didn't mean anything by it. "Keep filming.

"O-Okay..."

Alfred traded glances, sighing in relief and wiping

that Frank can be

here

be throwing a hissy fit and refusing

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