Chapter 28 Are You Going to Help Me If I Tell You?

In the dressing room next door, Chloe sat cross-legged on a chair and gawked at her pretty self in the mirror while surrounded by dozens of makeup artists. After staring at herself for a while, she grabbed her phone and dialed a number.

A few seconds later, a sleepy voice could be heard on the other end.

"Why are you calling me so early in the day, babe?" a man asked.

A sly grin slowly appeared on her face as she replied in a soft tone, "I missed you, babe,"

"Miss me?" he said and gave a low chuckle. "Do you miss me for my money or my body?" he flirted.

"Can't you tell that I'm feeling really depressed now, Mr. Chavez? Don't tease me like that," she complained with a pout.

"What's wrong? Who's the son of a gun who dares bully you? Who dares to make my baby angry on set?" he asked. He didn't sound like he was too concerned or angry about the matter, more like he was just asking for the sake of asking.

Chloe giggled, "Well, are you going to help me if I tell you, Mr. Chavez?"