Chapter 105 Kicking Away the Filthy Thing
When Lucas was reading the script earlier, she had been listening in.
Everyone had the same lines - just going up to recite a few words. There was no technical difficulty at all, so she unconsciously memorized them.
Seeing this, Lucas's eyes lit up as he said, "My sister is beautiful. She could totally go up and replace Kennedy for the shoot."
Hearing this, Louie looked Amelia up and down.
Her height was comparable to a model's, and her body proportions were nearly perfect.
That face was so beautiful it was almost criminal.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have thought she was some newly debuted celebrity when he first saw her.
To replace Kennedy - she was definitely good enough.
In fact, she was many times more dazzling than Kennedy.
Having her go on wouldn't be a bad idea.
After all, his goal was just to quickly get everyone together and start shooting. It didn't matter who went up.
Especially since Amelia's appearance was so good.
Just as Louie was about to agree, Orval got anxious.
"How can this work? This promotional video is very important, and it's being released under our company's name. She's not from our company, and she's not even a celebrity. She has no right to participate."
Louie looked over at Orval, feeling his words made some sense.
Orval continued persuading him.
"Louie, think about it carefully. If she really goes up to shoot, won't other companies mock Aurora Media for having no one?"
As he spoke, he gave Louie a meaningful look.
After Orval became famous, he had given him plenty of benefits. The two of them weren't just agent and artist - they were also drinking buddies who hung out together.
With just one look, Louie understood what he meant.
Orval just wanted to make Lucas lose face, to make sure he could never become famous.
After all, there was no precedent for a male artist cross-dressing to shoot a public service announcement.
Once Lucas did this, he would definitely become a laughingstock.
Louie was happy to see Lucas embarrassed.
After all, every time Lucas suffered a setback, one of his superiors would give him benefits.
This time he should get benefits again.
Thinking this, Louie no longer hesitated and said directly to Amelia: "You're not from our company, so you can't participate in the shoot. Lucas, you'll have to do it yourself."
Lucas pressed his lips together.
It seemed there really was no other way.
His eyes dimmed, but he didn't forget to show Amelia a stiff smile.
He didn't want Amelia to worry about him.
"I'll do it then," he said.
After all, he originally didn't have any good resources anyway, so there was nothing left to lose.
Amelia frowned.
She had long guessed that Lucas wasn't doing well at the company, but she hadn't expected it to be this bad.
For a man, this was almost equivalent to public humiliation.
But what was even worse was that Lucas had been worn down to the point of "accepting his fate."
Fortunately, he was naturally easygoing. Though he'd be sad for a while, he'd quickly cheer up again.
If he didn't have such an optimistic personality, he would have become depressed like Liam long ago.
"Lucas, let's—"
She was about to suggest that Lucas just leave with her when she heard a familiar voice.
The voice carried obvious displeasure.
"What's all this 'you go, I go'? Why hasn't shooting started yet?"
Everyone in the room looked toward where the voice came from.
It was a man in a sharp suit, looking refined with gold-rimmed glasses, yet impossible to ignore the pressure beneath his refined appearance.
It was Jeremy.
Amelia recognized him immediately.
Before entering the dressing room, she had heard Louie's subordinates saying someone had arrived, and Louie had looked very nervous.
But she hadn't expected that person to be Jeremy.
Jeremy also saw Amelia, clear surprise showing in his eyes.
What was Amelia doing here?
Just as he was about to go forward and greet her, Louie rushed up to him.
With obvious flattery on his face, he said warmly: "Mr. Wright, sorry for the wait. They'll be ready very soon. We can start shooting within ten minutes."
Someone at Louie's level only dared to call him Mr. Wright.
Jeremy was no longer in a hurry - because he had seen Amelia.
No matter how urgent something was, nothing was more important than Amelia.
He waved his hand, his face showing no anger, which made Louie breathe a sigh of relief.
This was Samuel's most valued subordinate. If he angered him, he'd be finished.
Fortunately, Jeremy didn't seem angry.
However, the next second, Jeremy walked straight toward Amelia.
Under Louie's astonished gaze, Jeremy bowed slightly to Amelia.
"Ms. Richardson, good morning."
Both his actions and tone showed obvious politeness.
As if Amelia were someone very important.
How could this be?
Hadn't the Richardson family gone bankrupt? Why would Jeremy be so polite to her?
There was even a hint of flattery in his politeness.
Louie was stunned.
Orval was stunned too.
Wasn't Amelia just Lucas's sister? Did she have some other identity?
The two men had different expressions but the same surprise.
Amelia didn't notice their expressions and spoke naturally with Jeremy.
"Jeremy, it's you? Are you here for the shoot too?"
Jeremy.
This form of address shocked everyone present again.
They all only dared to call him Mr. Wright, but Amelia directly called him Jeremy?
Was she incredibly bold, or did she have the credentials for it?
If she was just being bold, Jeremy would definitely be angry.
But they saw no sign of anger on Jeremy's face - he looked completely used to it.
The two were shocked again.
Jeremy smiled and said, "Ms. Richardson misunderstood. With my looks, how could I be on camera? I'm here to supervise. This is our company's public service announcement. The donation money came from yesterday's auction at Luminance Art Gallery."
Amelia understood.
As Louie and Orval watched nervously, she brought up Lucas's situation.
"Anyway, your timing is perfect. The female artist who was supposed to participate in the shoot suddenly got sick and can't make it."
"So your people wanted my brother to cross-dress and replace that female artist on stage."
"What kind of nonsense is this?"
Jeremy immediately frowned and looked sternly at Louie.
"You're the person in charge of this shoot, right?"
Louie's forehead was covered in cold sweat from fear.
He walked up to Jeremy with a stiff expression.
"Yes, it's me, Mr. Wright. What are your orders?"
Before he could finish speaking, Jeremy kicked Louie directly in the stomach.
Jeremy looked refined, but his combat skills were second only to York's.
Most people were no match for him.
With one kick, Louie was in too much pain to speak. He just clutched his stomach, beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead, his whole body trembling continuously.
Whether from fear or pain, no one could tell.
Yet Jeremy's face still wore a smile.
He maintained that gentle appearance, smiling at Amelia.
"I apologize that Ms. Richardson and Mr. Richardson were wronged. This stupid pig-like trash - I'll teach him a lesson for you."
As he spoke, he was about to walk toward Louie again.
Amelia stopped him.
"Hitting this kind of thing would dirty our hands. Let's focus on what's important. I have a suggestion - I wonder if you can agree to it?"