The soft and gentle voice, with a hint of coquettishness and resentment... when it entered Dylan Wellington's ears, it was as if something suddenly struck his heart.
Shock—
Dylan Wellington instinctively looked towards the door.
"What's going on?" he subconsciously asked his assistant beside him.
Assistant Tom Nelson craned his neck to take a look and immediately answered, "It seems to be the director and the male protagonist of this drama at the door of the private room, presumably drunk."
Drunk?
So they would start cursing, accusing Dylan Wellington of being a bastard?
Mr. Wellington's seductive eyes suddenly turned cold, and the corner of his lips curled up with a playful touch.
He knew that the director of this drama, Director Brown, was a woman, and she was shooting indie films abroad, seemingly very avant-garde.
Dylan Wellington couldn't help but admire those who don't bow down to money and power for the sake of art.
