Director Beck said, "Kiyi, I’ve discussed with Mr. Qi, and we’ve decided to set the shooting location in N City. Clear your schedule these few days."
Upon hearing this, Ji Anning hesitated for a mont and then replied, "I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather these past few days, and I just got back from the hospital. I need to make a call to my doctor to see if I can go out."
Hearing her words, Director Beck expressed concern for her and agreed to give her ti to check.
In fact, what she really wanted was not to consult her doctor, but to ask Ji Chicheng for permission, as their agreent stipulated she couldn’t step out of his house without his consent.
After hanging up the phone with Director Beck, Ji Anning imdiately dialed Ji Chicheng’s number. The call connected, but no one answered.
Thinking he might be in a eting or busy with sothing, she didn’t call again and instead sent a text ssage.
"Uncle, I accepted a cover photoshoot a while ago, and I need to make so ti in the next couple of days to do it. Is that okay?"
After sending the ssage, she waited anxiously for Ji Chicheng’s reply because the contract was already signed, and it was for an international magazine like Fashion. If she offended them, her future in the entertainnt industry would likely be over, as no one would dare to hire her.
Ji Chicheng was indeed in a eting, surrounded by several stern-looking middle-aged n in a well-decorated, upscale small conference room.
When he felt his phone vibrate and pulled it out, the caller had already hung up. Just as he was about to check the missed call, another text ssage ca in.
Seeing the na ’Ji Anning,’ he ignored the discontented stares from several pairs of eyes, opened the ssage, and frowned slightly at the content.
"Mr. Ji."
A middle-aged foreign man gently tapped on the table, reminding Ji Chicheng.
Ji Chicheng ignored him, staring at the text ssage from Ji Anning and hesitated for a long ti before ultimately deciding to remain silent.
It wasn’t really his intention to clip her wings and prevent her from flying...
He thought, let her figure it out for herself.
He locked his phone screen, and the eting continued, this ti discussing the first steps of a collaboration with executives from H.G. in L City.
"Sorry to interrupt, but our major backstage shareholder has arrived."
Just as Ji Chicheng hung up the phone and the eting had resud for less than two minutes, Korea, sitting next to Ji Chicheng, suddenly called for a halt again.
Before her words had faded, the door to the conference room opened, and a tall, imposing figure entered, carrying an aura that demanded reverence.
Except for Korea, everyone in the room showed a surprised expression, including Ji Chicheng.
Watching the man at the doorway, Ji Chicheng’s face flashed surprise, followed by an undisguised look of loathing.
The man, around fifty years of age with deep blue eyes, scanned everyone in the room before his gaze landed on Ji Chicheng, smiling at him, "Young man, we et again."
A chill seed to collect on Ji Chicheng’s already frosty expression.
He paid no attention to Charles trying to act familiar with him, dismissively shifting his gaze away.
The major backstage shareholder of H.G... wasn’t listed on H.G.’s shareholder register. He had investigated; the largest shareholder on their list was Korea, who he knew to also be Y country’s royalty upon investigating her background.
"Mr. Charles, it’s a pleasure to see you."
"Mr. Charles, long ti no see."
"..."
After their initial surprise, everyone stood up one by one to shake hands with Charles.
Charles went down the line, shaking hands until he reached the empty seat next to Ji Chicheng and sat down. His mood seed unaffected by Ji Chicheng’s cold reception, and he still smiled at him.
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