Chapter 134 Mr. Brown Isn't He Always Busy?
Thalia wanted to leave, but Gregory's assistant - whether Gregory had specifically told him to make sure Thalia came to dinner or what - absolutely refused to let her go.
When Thalia went left, he went right. When Thalia went right, he went left. They faced each other in a standoff.
After a while, Thalia stopped and looked at him, pressing her lips together: "Do we really have to eat this meal?"
Luca nodded frantically, looking at Thalia and nodding repeatedly.
Thalia tucked her hair behind her ear. She'd just had it styled and hadn't washed it yet - it was greasy and uncomfortable: "Do I look like I'm in any shape to go out to eat?"
Luca looked at Thalia. She really wasn't.
But...
"Gregory looks about the same as you. As long as you two don't mind each other, it's fine."
"What's so important about this meal that we have to eat it today? Is there no tomorrow?"
Luca: ......
"Thalia."
"Be good and let me go."
Thalia reached out and patted his head, gesturing for him to move aside - blocking the way like this looked bad.
"Thalia, don't you want to work with Gregory on a commercial?"
"Work together? Is that your call to make?"
Thalia's eyes lit up. She was dying lately. She could barely survive in the entertainment industry anymore. If she could work with Gregory, she'd naturally be happy to.
"That's exactly what Gregory wants to talk about."
Thalia got excited and put her arm around Luca's shoulder: "Kid, you should've said that from the start. Forget not being cleaned up - even if my house was on fire, I'd still go."
Luca: ...... How is she different from the Thalia in the rumors?
When Thalia arrived at the BBQ restaurant with Luca, she saw Gregory from afar drinking water. Even drinking plain water from a disposable cup, he made it look like he was drinking an '82 Lafite.
Thalia suddenly felt that Gregory's aura was somehow similar to William's.
A refined lifestyle with an uncommon touch of low-key loneliness.
When connecting with the mundane world, there was a hint of warmth within the distant coldness.
"Gregory, Thalia's here."
Thalia pulled out a chair and sat down, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at Gregory: "If we end up trending tomorrow, wouldn't that be a loss for you?"
Gregory hadn't expected Thalia to open with that. His hand rubbing the cup froze, then he seriously nodded: "A bit of a loss."
"But don't worry," Gregory said, picking up the stainless steel teapot to pour her water, "that won't happen."
Thalia shook her head: "What a shame."
Her fingers with red nail polish slowly rubbed the cup.
"I didn't know what Ms. Smith likes, so I asked around, and everyone recommended this place."
"Do you know why everyone recommended this place?" Thalia asked with a smile.
Gregory raised an eyebrow: "Why?"
"Because I own this restaurant."
Gregory: ........
Luca: ..........
Isn't Hayden on the wealth rankings? Someone who's known globally actually opened a BBQ restaurant.
"Ms. Smith is quite down-to-earth," Gregory said after a moment of silence.
Thalia shrugged indifferently.
"What did you want to talk to me about?"
"Build our relationship a bit. After all, the scenes Ms. Smith and I will be shooting together are quite intimate."
"I see!" Thalia said, her half-smiling gaze sweeping toward Luca, scaring him into shrinking his neck, trembling a bit.
"What?" Gregory noticed the interaction between Thalia and Luca and found it strange.
Thalia smiled faintly: "Nothing."
When the server brought the food, they greeted Thalia warmly.
Gregory was curious about what they were saying. Just as he was about to listen carefully, the sound of a helicopter came from overhead.
At a film studio like this, not far from the city center, driving took time and meant traffic jams. Rich people all traveled by helicopter.
Nothing unusual about that.
Thalia had been chatting with the staff, but when the helicopter passed overhead, her mind went blank.
She vaguely recalled William's words: "Came by helicopter."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Thalia looked away.
Gregory asked: "Has Ms. Smith resolved her family matters recently?"
"More or less," Thalia responded.
"That's good. I was worried at first that we wouldn't be able to finish shooting this early."
Thalia had just picked up some grilled meat to eat - what did he mean by that?
"Don't worry, I generally don't hold up the schedule."
"Does Ms. Smith have a grudge against Nora?" Gregory's topic switched extremely quickly.
Thalia felt this meal wasn't very enjoyable. She put down the grilled meat and looked at Gregory seriously: "Yes, she wants to be my stepmother. You be careful - don't let her take your mom's position."
"Thalia........"
"Also, Nora likes to seduce capable men like you. What she loves most is stepping on women who are better than her. You're the primary party here, so be careful not to get framed. Men need to keep themselves clean - if your relationships get messy, you're done for."
Thalia didn't give Gregory a chance to speak. Gregory had come today to test her.
Wasn't this totally a scheming man?
"If you have nothing else, I'll go first?"
Gregory wasn't getting to the point, so this meal wasn't worth eating.
Thalia's words weren't asking for permission but informing him. After speaking, she grabbed her phone from the table and left.
Luca called out from behind, wanting to say something, but Thalia's steps were too quick.
.........
On the way back, Thalia called Layla and told her about Gregory.
Layla was silent for a moment.
"Logically speaking, based on the public's opinion of him, this doesn't sound like something he would say."
Thalia was about to say something when Layla threw out a line: "Does he have feelings for you?"
Thalia: ....... "Did you drink too much air? Oxygen drunk?"
Layla was embarrassed for a moment: "Then why do you think he's asking about this?"
"How should I know? He's bored?"
Thalia was covered in sweat now and had no mood to puzzle over this: "Wait till I get back and shower, then I'll analyze it with you."
"Don't you have no night scenes tonight?"
"Someone called me out for a meal."
Thalia was chatting with Layla while opening her room door. The moment she opened it and saw the person in the room, she gasped.
Having learned from past experience, she hung up directly.
"How did you get in?"
William on the sofa was looking at materials on his tablet. Hearing Thalia's surprised question, he didn't even look up: "Password."
"Who gave it to you?"
"You."
"When did I give it to you? Stop making things up."
William's tone was flat, emotionless: "You talked in your sleep last night."
Before Thalia could curse at William, he continued: "You also grind your teeth."
Thalia: ........ "Isn't Mr. Brown busy with a million things? Aren't you tired of coming to the film studio every day?"