NovelStart"Don't worry." Spencer was relaxed, "I heard we will shoot it on the beach?" He looked forward to it.
"On a cruise," Jennifer nodded, "Today the sky is very blue and won't even need a filter. It will appear more real. The director and his crew have arrived, we will start at about four p.m., you can set for it after finishing your styling.” "Got it." Spencer crossed his legs, nodded, accidentally turned his eyes and saw someone carrying a delicate silver case and walking over.
The case was very special, with a digital password. It was obviously very expensive.
"Are the jewelries in there?" Spencer asked.
The man carrying the case nodded, "Yes, you can wear them after we arrive at the set.” Upstairs, in the spacious and bright president's office.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn front of Ivan stood a man in a suit, who rigorously reported.
"Sir, this is all the information we could find on Nora Slane. She has had plastic surgeries and she looks in her 30s. She's Leslie's secret lover. Ingrid knew her existence and had negotiated with her for several times.” Ivan listened, flipping through the files in his hand.
"But the negotiations seemed to have all failed. Leslie seems to like Nora very much. He even opened up a bar for her and Nora's the owner now. However, Leslie seldom visited it.” Ivan was stunned, "Seldom visited it?" "Yes,” the man said positively, "He goes there about once a month.” To avoid suspicion? That didn't seem like Leslie.
Ivan had a hunch, "Check this bar and what Leslie does when he goes there. Find out the persons who have had contact with Nora before Leslie went there.” "Yes, sir," The man nodded, bowed and walked out.
Ivan suspected that the bar might be where Leslie had been selling drugs. If he was to bring him down, he had to start from here.
In the R-Alan Group.
In front of the sink in the bathroom nearest to the vice president's office, Catherine put her hands under the tap, washing them and staring at her strange self in the mirror.
The water in the sink was overflowing.
She looked down at the wound on her wrist that had been reminding her it was Ivan who got her here.
If he had taken her away that night, she wouldn't have been raped by Leslie.
Staring at the wound, she recalled the disgusting sex she had had last night with Leslie and hated Ivan even more.
Just then, the water had spilled and she turned off the tap. Her phone rang.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe took out her phone and found it was Linda. She went back to the office while answering the phone, "What's the matter?” "They are going to set out for the beach to shoot the promotional video," Linda said in a panic. "I saw Spencer's car parked at the gate of the Marsh Group door.” "You are sure they are shooting it today?” Damn it, the shoddy jewelries hadn't been made.
"Yes." "Wait for me to call you back." With that, she hung up her phone and quickly walked to the elevator to the jewelry-making room.
Just as she walked into the elevator, her phone rang. It was from the manager of jewelry making, "Have you finished?” "Yes, Ms. Collins. They are ready.” "Good!" Then Catherine called Linda again...
In the Marsh Group, Spencer and Molly's makeup was quickly done, and Jennifer had walked them through all the details.
Then everyone set out together, Jennifer did not go along.
On the way to the beach, Molly sat next to Spencer, her sight fell on the silver case in the hands of the man not far away.
She thought that even the box looked so high-grade and beautiful, how beautiful would the jewelries be? The car went all the way and soon arrived at the seaside.
The weather today was really good, the sky was blue. The car stopped at the beach and the blue ocean was dazzling under the sun.
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