71 Chapter 71: Afraid That She Run Away
It was quiet in the villa. It was bright inside, but there was a cold aura everywhere.
Ford leaned against the sofa and casually put down his phone. He rubbed his swollen temples.
At the reception for official cooperation, celebrity were gathered, and he attend as an important guest.
As for why he accepted, the answer was obvious. It was someone who had disrupted his heart strings.
When he took over the company two years ago, he was busy day and night, and he couldn't come home in a year for many days. Therefore, when Julia wanted to move out of the villa on the 23rd day after their wedding, he did not know about it.
He remembered that he had given her a black bank card, but she had thrown it into the trash can.
"I don't want your money. Can you give your heart to me?" She sneered.
At that time, he ignored her small emotions. In addition, she personally admitted that she was not the one who saved him, so she got lucky to marry him.
Last night was the first time that she cried in front of him.
There were too many things that he didn't know... but she didn't want to talk about it, and he didn't want to push her too hard...
He was afraid that she would run away if he push her too much.
He picked up his phone, opened his WeChat and opened the dialog box. He sent a message to her and she didn't reply.
Unlike the many different nicknames she had made for him, he had given her the nickname "Kid" from the beginning.
....
Julia had just arrived at the hotel. She and Lily were going to share a room, but Lily insisted to get her own room and wanted to pay for herself.
What she wanted to do was so obvious.
Although the crew had 10 million dollars invested, they still had to spend every penny on the important things to get the most out of it.
This was Julia's goal.
She believed the film would be popular.
Previously, hundreds of thousands of dollars could bring in nearly ten million at the box office.
Now that she had ten million dollars invested, she believed that it would be even better.
At worst, it won't all be lost.
After everything was tidied up, Julia unhurriedly took out her phone and opened her WeChat's inbox.
Ford sent her a question mark half an hour ago.
—— A questionable tone.
She don't want to response him. But he was the investor.
No offense.
Julia: [Locating London Film and TV City.]
Julia: [I'm in the crew.]
A while later.
Stingy Man: [?]
Another fucking question mark? Don't you know how to type?
Julia hatefully replied him a few times.
[I'll make money for you.]
What she said was also correct. He invested in this show. Wasn't it very correct to make money for him?
His reply was quick: [ Very good.]
Very good. And then there was no more.
After taking a shower, Julia put on her pajamas, and there was a new message on WeChat.
He actually sent her two pieces of audio message.
After she clicked it, she heard a weak voice with a hint of pleading.
"....I want Ford."
"..."
Holy shit! What kind of devil was he! How did he come up with the idea of using a recording pen to record it and send it to her!!
After 59 seconds, the next 2—second voice was played.
[Sounds good.] It was him. His voice was low and slight. So seductive.
He wanted to embarrass her to death!
Julia poked her phone crazily!
'Go to hell.'
When she clicked the green Send button, her fingertips paused and she finally deleted every word. How could she offend her investor.
She was mad for a while before finally chatting with him.
[May I ask you a favor?]
Stingy Man: [?]
Fuck! Old friend, you had too many question marks!
She gritted her teeth and sent an extremely humble message.
[Can you … delete it?]
[ It was so embarrassing.]
Stingy Man: [No.]
Stingy Man: [Say Please.]
Julia endured the impulse to smash her phone and gritted her teeth as she typed a few words.
[ Please! Please, Ford!]
Stingy Man: [Audio message.]
Stingy Man: [Say it.]
!!!
That was outrageous.
The deer—like eyes of the young girl blinked cunningly, and the wall lamp at the head of the bed covered her face with a layer of darkness, which made her so charming
She picked up her phone, pressed the talk button to say a few sweet words and sent it over in a good mood.
Let the sweetness kill you.
Ford was in the quiet study room.
He half leaned against the back of his chair, squinted his eyes, picked up the phone, and clicked it to listen the audio messages.
[I beg you.]
[ Dear Ford, please, you're the best.]
Ford's back teeth itched, his long legs slightly bent and straightened, and he gritted the half—lit cigarette butt in his hand.
A moment later, he slowly sat straight back on his chair, lightly tapping on the smooth desk, with a dull rhythm.
He called Jeffrey and asked, "Report my schedule for these two days."
Jeffrey reported right away. "Tomorrow morning, you will go to Birmingham to inspect. In the afternoon, you have an appointment with Mr. Williams to discuss the GH financing project. The day after tomorrow, the mid—year summary report meeting will invite you..."
Ford pondered for a moment, "Book a ticket to Sichen Film and Television City at night the day after tomorrow."
Jeffrey was surprised, "But you have a shareholders' meeting to preside over the afternoon of the day after tomorrow..."
"Well, book a ticket for a five—hour return."
"Alright."
Ford threw the phone on the table, his eyes were so deep that he drilled out. His slender fingers slightly curved and pulled at the collar of his shirt, taking a deep breath.
His mind was filled with the little girl pleading with him in a soft voice.
Ha.
He snorted, got up and went to the bathroom, took off his clothes and stepped into the shower.
...
The moonlight was hazy and the shadows of trees were mottled.
Julia, who had just taken off her mask, opened her phone and saw no message.
"...."
It has been twenty minutes, what did he mean by not replying to her message?
With that voice, it couldn't be that she had to beg him all the time?
Absolutely not.
She held her phone and warned herself to wait another five minutes. Another five minutes later, another twenty minutes passed, but he still not answered.
Julia quickly sent a few messages.
[Did you delete it?]
[Are you going back on your word?]
[Shame on you!]
[What's the difference between you and a liar?]
After sending out a series of messages, she hatefully threw away her phone. This kind of person should go to hell!
Not long after, a message came.
Stingy Man: [You can try anything you want.]
Stingy Man: [Delete it yourself.]
