The air filled with millet congee rippled in every corner of an European style apartment.
Leila was sitting on the sofa, with a newspaper in her hands. Sitting at the opposite table, Max took a
glance at her, and then indifferently turned his eyes to look calm.
On the newspaper, a charming smile appeared on Bertha's face. Leila's eyes became bright. It was just
the beginning. She didn't know whether Bertha could stand it or not.
The sly smile at the corners of her mouth was seen by somebody else. Sitting on the chair of the
financial newspaper in his hands, Max said in an indifferent tone, "the land in the suburb is ready for
other work. From tomorrow on, you go to supervise the work."
Leila was stupefied at his words. If he hadn't brought it up, she would have almost forgotten it. The Max
had said that as long as the farm was on track, she would hold 40% of the shares. It was her first
investment, and she was bound to succeed.
Leila cleared her throat and said, "if I have any idea, could I just tell you?"
"Yes," said Max calmly, after taking a graceful bite of the porridge
The look in Leila's eyes became more bright, and she added, "can you just do as I say?"
Max didn't lift her eyes and simply replied, "you have to get my consent first."
Leila pursed her lips. She had to asked for Max's permission. So did she have any other opinions?
Max seemed to sense her difference, and he said indifferently, "if your thoughts are good, I will agree."
"Okay."
Leila gave a bright response. She knew the man in front of her. She looked at him and walked gloomily
to the dining table. While eating breakfast silently, Max asked, "did you do that about Bertha?"
Leila's body trembled. After getting along with him for so many days, she knew him well. He had
always been disgusted with women's scheming and thinking. Her gestures were so rigid that she could
not feel his anger, but she still held her breath.
"Enough is enough."
Max said indifferently. She took him as a leverage for her own benefits, so it was natural for him to get
angry. Leila pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "I see."
Max put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, and then stood up. Under the astonished gaze of
Leila, he walked up to her, raised her chin with his slender fingers, and forced her to look at him. A few
words were uttered from a pair of angular thin lips, especially cold.
"Remember not to be smart."
Leila's face turned pale. Standing in front of him, she seemed so calm that her mind had been
exposed. She was shocked by the embarrassment of being seen through in the public. A layer of cold
sweat came out on her back. She only felt a loose of her chin, and then the oppressive figure in front of
her left.
Watching him leave, Leila lowered her eyes to hide her emotion.
She knew very well that playing tricks in front of him was like a contemptible scoundrel in his eyes. She
had been very proud in the past few days because of her wrong judgment. However, now it seemed
that everything she had done was just herself assertion.
When she raised her eyes, her eyes were clear and there was no hope for any expectation. She and
Max were just a deal of their love.
After walking out of the apartment, Mr. Zhang glanced at her and wanted to say something. But after
she got on the car, he slowly said, "Miss Song, I have told Max that you met Miss Bertha yesterday."
Leila nodded, "I know."
Taking a look at Leila through the rearview mirror, Mr. Zhang didn't answer any more. Both Leila and
Max were smart people. There were some things that he didn't need to say too much, and he could
understand them easily.
Leila knew it was Mr. Zhang who told Max about that. Max arranged a driver for her not only to make it
convenient for her to act, but also to monitor her schedule. It was his duty to do so, just like what
Freddy did.
Looking at the busy street, Leila's bright eyes flashed a strange look.
After working in the company, most people talked about her. This time, she became a famous actress
and almost become a household name.
There was a piece of news that attracted people's attention. The female star, Bertha Liu, was always
on the headlines. However, this time the news was enough to make her unable to gain a foothold in the
entertainment circle.
There was an old saying that "a tree is full of strength." in recent years, Bertha had become an ordinary
three-tier star from an ordinary female star to an A-list artist. She had gone through many hardships
and was publicly recognized by many people.
Of course, it was also because of jealousy that the audience got much more attention, and naturally,
some of them started to talk about the news. The people outside were speculating that someone must
have targeted Bertha, or the news this time would not be so devastating.
In a exquisitely decorated apartment, Bertha looked at the newspaper in her hand, her delicate face
burning with anger. Who was it? Why do you want to kill me?
Most of the pictures were about her sleeping with a man intimately. As a queen of love affairs, it was
normal for her to be reported like this. But the man in the pictures was not an ordinary person.
Cyrus was a vigorous and malicious spokesperson. He should have been sentenced to life
imprisonment three years ago. But now it was clear that he was in charge of a large number of
gangsters in D city. Few people could imagine how violent and horrible he was.
It could be said that people on the right path tried their best to avoid the stars. However, Bertha actually
climbed up the high wall and even took photos of them. Wasn't this a disgrace to her career as a star!
Although they didn't know how sincere the news was, it was originally a conjecture. People's curiosity
was the key to maintain the operation of the entertainment circle, and this woman, Bertha, once again
became a hot topic.
"Miss Liu, I'm sorry that I can't be your agent anymore. I think you'd better find a better
agent."
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