Chapter 176 Do You Remember What You Did?
When the warm sensation hit him, William's face turned ugly.
He could drink all that alcohol without batting an eye, but Thalia's vomiting made him want to kill someone.
Finn glanced through the rearview mirror, finding it hard to watch.
He had to admit, Thalia really knew where to throw up.
Of all places, she vomited right where it would collect. Thalia definitely did it on purpose.
Maple Grove Villas.
The sound of running water in the bathroom continued for two solid hours.
"Thalia, get up," William came out wrapped in a towel, not even having time to dry the water droplets on his body.
He reached out and pulled Thalia, who was lying on the bed drunk as a puddle of mud, up.
"I feel terrible."
"I feel terrible too. Get up."
"William, if you keep pulling me, I'm going to throw up again."
William: .......
Just hearing the word "throw up" now made him want to strangle someone.
William was furious, so angry his head hurt. He stood by the bed smoking several cigarettes while looking at the completely wasted Thalia, but it didn't calm his anger.
He wanted to deal with Thalia, but then thought, who told him to pour her all that alcohol?
She couldn't help wanting to throw up when she drank too much and felt sick.
Forget it, forget it. He wouldn't stoop to her level.
William changed into clean clothes, planning to go to the office in the afternoon.
Just as he walked into the living room, he saw Thalia's phone vibrating on the sofa.
"Where are you? The director just said we're not shooting today, not that you could take the day off. I blinked and you disappeared." Layla's roaring voice came from the other end.
"At home."
"Mr. Brown?"
"It's me."
"Thalia is with you?"
William was brief: "What's up?"
"There's a night scene tonight. The director asked me to find her. Can you let her answer the phone?"
"Not convenient today."
Layla: Not convenient today? It's only noon!
Female celebrities need to work to survive. You can't just skip work like yesterday.
"Mr. Brown..." Layla was about to try to persuade him emotionally and rationally, hoping to move William.
But then.
"Did you just hang up on me?"
Isla comforted her: "Layla, calm down. If he hung up, just call again."
Layla steadied her emotions and dialed again. The other end showed it was turned off.
Film City.
Aaron was advising Gregory not to argue with Nora.
He moved Nora's room to another hotel, far away from him.
"The entertainment industry has never been a clean place. This incident also serves as a warning to anyone in the crew with bad intentions. You've always been in the film industry, not TV. There are lots of complications here. Nora, this second female lead, was personally inserted by the investor. I couldn't really refuse."
"So a second female lead inserted by the investor can do whatever she wants?" Gregory's face looked bad.
Aaron scratched his head in frustration: "If this gets out and the investor pulls funding, this show is definitely done for."
"No TV series can finish on time after changing the male lead and second female lead one after another. Even if such a show finishes on time, it's low-quality work. Gregory doesn't want his first TV series to become a flop, right?"
Hearing the director's reasoning, Gregory laughed coldly: "So you're saying that to protect myself, I also have to forgive the bad guy?"
"Aaron, have the screenwriter change her scenes! Get her to finish shooting and leave as soon as possible. Don't let her hang around in front of me."
"Okay," Aaron immediately agreed. Changing the script was the smallest loss.
He wouldn't offend Gregory for a Nora.
.......
"What did you say? Cut my scenes? Why?" When Nora received this news, she looked at Linda in shock.
Linda was also full of anger: "Gregory's demand."
Nora's face stiffened: "So what? I just let him cut my scenes? Didn't you say nothing would happen?"
"I haven't even started and I'm already getting cut."
Linda was also angry. She asked people in the capital, and they said Gregory had always been too lazy to bother with these people who wanted to create scandals with him, as long as they didn't go too far. Who would have thought they'd be killed in the cradle before even starting, without a chance to breathe.
Linda sat on the sofa and scratched her head.
So angry it gave her a headache.
"Why don't you go ask Kurt?"
"Kurt?"
"Yes."
Speaking of Kurt, what flashed through Nora's mind was William's stunning face, broad shoulders, impressive and extraordinary.
"Do you know William?"
Linda's hand rubbing her temple paused: "Mr. Brown?"
"Yes."
Linda sat up straight, looking at Nora warily: "Why are you asking about him?"
"Just asking."
"Do you know how many businessmen and capitalists in Emerald City don't dare offend him? Don't get ideas about him. A man like that can't be controlled."
Women are attracted to strong men. A man like Kurt, even with his wealth, could be her father age-wise. In a few more years, you couldn't even call it middle-aged weight gain anymore—he'd be heading straight into old age.
But William was different. Not yet thirty, broad shoulders and narrow waist, stunning looks, tall figure—he fit modern women's aesthetic.
Rich men weren't hard to find, but rich, young, and handsome men were almost impossible to find.
Someone like Nora, who'd been in the entertainment industry too long and filmed too many romance dramas about domineering CEOs, when suddenly encountering someone like William who was actually like those CEOs in real life, wanted to get close to him at light speed.
"Did you hear me?" Seeing her silence, Linda raised her voice.
"You've provoked Gregory, and I can still pull some strings with Ethan for you. But if you provoke William, I couldn't handle it even if I put up my whole company."
Nora completely ignored Linda's warning and asked instead: "Did Thalia used to chase after him?"
Linda got angry, her tone unfriendly: "Nora."
........
"William, William," Thalia slept all afternoon. When she woke up, she felt dizzy and heavy-headed. She lay in bed calling out for a long time with no response.
"Mrs. Brown, Mr. Brown went to the office."
She was half-dead, and he still had the energy to go to the office.
"Give me my phone."
At 4:30, William was in the conference room. Angelina and several executives were reporting to him, analyzing the development project Rainey had connected them with at noon.
While they were talking, William's phone on the table lit up.
Angelina glanced at it and reminded him: "Mr. Brown, phone call."
William didn't avoid it and answered the phone, his voice indifferent: "Awake?"
"Where are you?"
"The office."
"You got me this drunk and you still have the nerve to go to the office?"
"Thalia, do you remember what you did?"