Classic Novel
Chapter 94 Cut This Part
Chapter 94 Cut This Part
Chapter 94 Cut This Part
Everyone was slightly surprised.
The room fell silent.
Who could Alison fool?
Her hostility was way too obvious.
All eyes were on Anastasia and Alison.
Alison covered her mouth, looking very ashamed and afraid.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Graves. You wouldn't blame me, would you? I slipped my hand and accidentally spilled it
on you."
Anastasia was nothing more than a lowly employee after she was divorced. Who did she think she
was?
To Alison, Anastasia was no threat at all.
She hated Anastasia for driving Beatrice away. Otherwise, she would be the focus of the show and
would not have ended up not even being discussed by netizens.
Plus, that excellent and wealthy man Jaxon also completely ignored her.
She had to fight for it herself.
Anastasia smiled, wiped the water stains on her chest with a tissue, and casually glanced in the
direction of the camera before saying, "It's okay. I don't blame you."
The host quickly smoothed things over, and Alison stood up triumphantly.
She knew Anastasia would never dare to retaliate in front of the camera.
She sat gracefully across from Anastasia, poured a cup of coffee for Anastasia again, and placed it in
front of her.
She looked satisfied as if she had regained the position as the focus of the show.
However, the next second, Anastasia picked up the cup of coffee and splashed it on Alison's face
without saying a word.
"Ah!"
Alison stood up in shock, unable to calm down. Her makeup was completely ruined. She looked at
Anastasia in embarrassment and became furious. "Anastasia, how dare you?"
She trembled with anger.
Who would have thought that Anastasia, who was gentle and easy to bully, would dare to pour coffee
directly in her face in front of everyone?
Anastasia blinked innocently, deliberately imitating Alison's pretentious tone. "I didn't do it on purpose.
You wouldn't blame me, would you?"
No one around helped Alison, and they pretended not to see it.
The film crew did not dare to say anything. They just secretly felt excited. This was huge!
Anastasia stood up, looked indifferently toward the camera, and said to the director, "Cut this part."
Her tone was cold, with a slight sense of pressure, which instantly made people feel their hairs stand
on end.
The director nodded unconsciously behind the camera.
He did not dare to not listen.
Anastasia then greeted the host as if nothing had happened. "It's getting late, and it's time for me to go
back. I wish you all a smooth shoot!"
The clothes on her chest were wet, so she could not stay for long.
Everyone gathered around, hugged her kindly, and said goodbye.
It was as if the little episode just now did not exist at all.
Jaxon also said goodbye together.
The evening breeze was cool, and the director and Patrick sent them to the door.
The two left side by side, and Jaxon put his coat over Anastasia.
Anastasia was taken aback. Before she could refuse, Jaxon smiled. "Give me a chance to show my
concern. Return the coat to me tomorrow."
Anastasia smiled, did not refuse, and walked toward the car with her arms folded.
Suddenly. A black Cayenne appeared at the door. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.
Christian, in the car, cast his solemn gaze on them with a glaring chill.
He pushed the door to get out of the car and walked over with a cold aura.
Anastasia paused, restrained her smile, and looked at him indifferently.
Christian raised his eyelids, glanced at Jaxon, and finally looked at Anastasia.
With a low and hoarse voice, he said, "Even if you want to make me angry, don't use this kind of
method."
Anastasia frowned. What was this man talking about?
Christian's tone was cold, and his expression was tense.
"This kind of despicable man is just taking advantage of the fact that he looks like me to provoke and
disrupt our relationship. You'd better stay away from him!"
Jaxon felt so insulted that he laughed and could not help but say, "Mr. Patterson, where do you get your
confidence? Don't I have any unique traits?"