Lawrence Winters was a bit taken aback but quickly recovered and said with a smile, "Kenneth, with so many socialites and celebrities around you, don’t practice on . Save those lines for them; maybe they’ll work a little."
Edward Foster chuckled self-deprecatingly, "You’ve caught , but do you think it would have just a little effect? If I posted that on social dia, do you think I wouldn’t have a bunch of won thinking it was ant for them?"
"Ha, I don’t believe there are so many foolish won," Lawrence pouted. "What’s the point of saying such lukewarm things?—If you’re bold enough, send a red envelope!"
"Kenneth, as the heir of a large conglorate, you can’t just chase won like those penniless artsy types who only talk. You know how cheap that looks?"
"Who cares about your heart’s emotions? Just throw a huge red envelope over, and they’ll be all yours!"
Edward Foster: "... What if they aren’t impressed?"
"Then you’ve got the wrong target, just switch imdiately! In this vast world, Kenneth, you have people, money, and status, are you still afraid of not finding the right girl?" Lawrence said with great bravado.
Edward Foster: !!!
Damn it, misfired again!
If only I’d known, I’d have sent a big red envelope every day to serve as her morning alarm!
Edward thought angrily, but he also knew he was just venting his frustrations.
He knew Lawrence was money-minded, but he also knew that she wouldn’t take a penny that she shouldn’t have.
That’s the tricky part.
Otherwise, he’d have long used a "financial assault" to win her over...
He said listlessly, "Thanks, I don’t need anyone worrying about chasing girls. By the way, I’ll pick you up at three in the afternoon for overti, be punctual."
"Sure, no problem." Lawrence also planned to prepare properly so she could "dissuade" those companies when they talked that night.
She was confident that the companies the producer found were definitely no match for Kenneth Osborne!
After hanging up, Edward Foster stewed for a while before going to the bathroom to freshen up, and then heading to the dining room for sothing to eat.
He needed to eat by three in the afternoon, and it was still not even noon, so he planned to eat sothing simple to fill his stomach.
Mrs. Foster was sitting in the dining room having brunch.
She seed to have just woken up as well.
After Edward sat down, he said to the butler who ca to greet him, "Give a light brunch, chicken breast will do, add a little less avocado, and more boiled eggs. And by the way, a cup of coffee, double the milk, and a serving of artificial sweetener."
Mrs. Foster smiled, "Hmm? Eating so little? Are you going out today?"
Edward usually stayed in his own bachelor apartnt and only ca back to the Foster Family’s estate on weekends to spend ti with his parents.
Of course, spending ti with his parents mainly ant eating a al with them and sleeping at the estate at night.
During the day, he would often go out to have fun with friends.
Edward did have plans to go out in the afternoon, but not for leisure.
He explained earnestly, "I have to go to the office for overti this afternoon, and I might not be back until late, so don’t wait for for dinner, Mom."
"Oh, overti again? What’s been keeping you busy lately?"
"It’s about the post-production of a film by Ace that hasn’t been finished; I need to hurry them up."
As Edward spoke, the butler had already brought over the light brunch and coffee.
The al prepared by a professional chef was not only perfect in taste, sll, and appearance, but also very healthy, with calories, carbohydrates, as well as sugar, fats, protein, and unsaturated acids all carefully calculated.
As Edward ate, Mrs. Foster curiously asked about the girl he was pursuing, "... How’s your pursuit going? Even though work is busy, you should still take ti to be with her, or the affection will fade."
Edward forced a smile and said casually, "Really, Mom, you’re pointing out everything awkward. I’m doing my best; she likes n who are dedicated to their work, so I’m going for overti!"
"Oh? There’s also that reason?" Mrs. Foster’s eyes twinkled as she teased Edward, "... Is she your colleague then?"
"Yes..." Edward answered offhandedly, then imdiately realized his mistake and corrected himself right away, "No! Why would I go for a colleague?! Proverbially, you don’t ss with soone close by!"
"Hmm, I feel like every word you say today is a flag. It seems you’re going to shoot yourself in the foot; it must be your colleague. Let think, the colleagues at your company who aren’t female stars are just those young agents and office staff."
Many of the directors and crew mbers were older, many married with families, hence, unlikely to be Edward Foster’s love interest.
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