Chapter 682
It was only then that Nicolas learned about Celeste’s experience on set that morning.
When he heard that Trisha had asked Mason for help, he immediately felt a bit upset. “Why didn’t you ask me for help? I’m on good terms with Javier” Trisha, like a squirrel with a mouthful of food, mumbled something unintelligible
Nicolas rolled his eyes, passed her a glass of juice with a look of disgust, “Swallow your food first.”
Trisha took the juice, took a couple of sips, swallowed her food, and then said, ‘Do you think I didn’t try to find you? As soon as I got Letti’s call, I went looking for you. But you didn’t come home last night, and nobody answered your phone. Then, Mr. Fletcher happened to call, so I had no choice but to ask him for help. Luckily, he knows the director, or I might not have made it in time.”
Celeste’s costume had been cut up, so Trisha had two options. One was to try to get by with the red dance dress, the other was to contact Trisha urgently to see if she could find an identical dress.
Trisha had been working in the film industry for many years and had a good relationship with many costume designers and prop masters Uniform costumes like these were usually not custom–made but shared among many film crews. So she posted the photo on a Facebook group and quickly found an identical costume through her contacts.
Having a costume cut up might not be a big deal for a big–name actress, who would be pampered by the director and crew. But for a newcomer like Celeste, it was quite significant
Nobody cared how your costume got torn. All they cared about was that you delayed everyone’s work.
Trisha had seen all kinds of ugly deeds in the film industry. No matter what means were used, as long as they could push you down, someone would immediately take your place.
“You called me?”
Nicolas took out his phone and scrolled. Sure enough, there was a missed call from Trisha.
The number he had given Trisha was his work number, which was usually for unimportant calls. So, sometimes even when he heard it, he wouldn’t answer That must have been how he missed her call.
He parsed his lips and set a special reminder for Trisha’s number.
After setting it up, he asked, “Who cut the costume?”
“Who else but that bitch, Sydney?” She glared at Nicolas after saying, “The trash idol that you promoted!”
Nicolas had no response.
“But she had some bad luck. She suddenly fainted on set and looked as pale as a ghost. She was taken away in an ambulance.”
Nicolas was taken aback, “Why would she suddenly faint?”
“Maybe it’s karma for doing something bad.”
Trisha cracked open a lobster claw, tasted the meat, and murmured, “Still not as good as the one I cooked.”
Naturally, Nicolas didn’t believe in karma.
Sydney had no health issues, so her sudden fainting was indeed strange.
But he didn’t think too much about it. She was no longer a talent of Nicolas Media Group, so her condition was none of his concern.
He turned to Mason and asked, “Mason, I heard that you’re helping Ramsey Hale’s wife with a lawsuit. Is that true?”
Mason, chuckling, asked, “How come you know everything?”
Nicolas, with a smug grin, responded, “What don’t I know in J City? Who’s got secret kids? Who’s got lovers? Who’s got betrayed wives? | know them all like the back of my hand”
Trisha said, “Do you have nothing better to do than snooping into people’s private lives?”
Nicolas laughed lightly, gently ruffling her hair, “You don’t get it. It’s my way of gathering information.”
Trisha swatted his hand away, “Stop messing with my hair, don’t you know that constantly touching one’s top of the head could stunt his or her growth?”
The more she told him not to touch her, the more he wanted to
As he continued tousling her hair, he laughed, ‘At your age, how much more are you gonna grow?”
Trisha’s hair was incredibly soft and cool to the touch, and a pleasure to handle.
After he said that, he suddenly paused. Did his words sound familiar, like something he had said to someone else in the past?
