Happy Mommy Happy Daddy full novel
Chapter 44

Chapter 44 You Are Just a Weakling Who Can Be Bullied at Will

Who did he think he was?

"I am this year's Best Actor who won the Golden Ox Award!"

Truett was furious and glared fiercely at the director.

He did not understand why.

Just what kind of identity did this man have to make the most incorruptible chief director in the industry so obedient! "Best Actor? Golden Ox Award?"

The man sitting next to Alora smiled. "Are you sure?"

As soon as the man finished speaking, the chief director immediately understood that Truett would be out of the game!

He snorted coldly, and his attitude toward Truett became colder again. "The final result of this year's Golden Ox Award have not come out yet!"

"How can you be the Best Actor?" He turned to look at the head scriptwriter, "makes changes according to this gentleman's request!" After that, he glanced at Truett coldly, "If you don't want to act, you can pay the liquidated damages and leave!"

"There are plenty of male actors who want this position!"

Truett was petrified.

It had to be known that the chief director had personally come to his house to invite him to act in this drama.

He also said that he had strongly believed he would be awarded the Best Actor.

Previously, he had stated that he did not like Alora and that the chief director had even threatened Boss Taylor to fire her.

In the end, in just two days, the chief director's attitude towards him had had completely changed.

Thinking of this, Truett narrowed his eyes and turned to glare fiercely at Samir. "Who exactly are you?" As if he had not heard what he said, Samir gently handed the paper and pen to Alora. "What do you want to do? Write it yourself."

"Yes, Miss Van. Write it down and I will change it according to your wishes."

Alora: "..."

She had known that Mr. Rowan was powerful.

However, she did not expect that his power would be so great... that all of Film City's people would follow his lead.

Facing the burning gaze of the head scriptwriter, she really could not write, so she simply pushed the pen and paper to the head scriptwriter. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"I don't have any ideas."

The head scriptwriter looked up at Samir helplessly.

"What do you think?"

"Delete the love scenes."

The head scriptwriter nodded and committed Samir's request to memory. She turned around and quickly left.

Since the script had been rewritten, there was no need for Alora to continue rehearsing with Truett.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first." She stood up.

"I'm leaving too!"

"Alora, I'll send you back." Truett stood up, walked around Samir, and strode to the door.

Alora frowned and looked at Samir silently. He did not move.

"She won't leave with you."

"How do you know?" Truett asked, gritting his teeth.

The man got up lightly, walked around Truett, and strode out the door.

From beginning to end, he did not look at Truett, as if Truett was a ball of air that was insignificant.

"Follow me."

The man's cold voice sounded.

Alora was startled and quickly chased after him.

When he passed by Truett, Truett was so angry that he directly grabbed her arm. "Alora, you are starting to look down on me." "Don't forget, I still have evidence of what you did in the past!"

The woman's body froze slightly.

The next second, she looked at him with a sneer. "Truett, if I were you, I wouldn't have threatened me with what happened five years ago." "Do you think that only you have evidence of what I did in the past?"

"Do you want me to let everybody in the entertainment circle know how you had spent every penny of my money in the past five years?" She gritted her teeth and warned in a low voice, "I advise you not to use the past to threaten me in the future."

"Otherwise, I don't mind a life and death struggle."

"Even if my matter blows up, I still have Mr. Rowan to take care of me. Can Celia take care of you?"

After saying that, the woman shook off his hand and chased after Samir.

Truett stood where he was, clenching his fists in anger as he watched her eagerly follow the back of the man.

The previous Alora would not talk to him like this, nor would she be so cold to him!

It seemed that she had really had another man in her heart...

"Thank you."

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Alora pursed her lips and looked at Samir's trousers. "If not for you, would still be rehearsing with Truett now..." "Get ready."

The man looked at the document in his hand indifferently and said in a cold and indifferent voice, "Yesterday, the news about you and him spread everywhere. My father has already seen it." "The old man is very dissatisfied with this matter."

Alora: "..."

She bit her lips. "I'm sorry..." Yesterday, when she was rehearsing with Truett, she didn't find anyone taking photos at all, and as such, she didn't expect the result to be so serious... His father... must be very fierce, right?

"Do you know what would have happened if I didn't come today?" The man threw the documents in his hand to her. "The other party already had their press release ready." Alora quickly opened the document. 'Shocking! The relationship between Truett and Alora is developing rapidly. Did Alora really not seduce

Truett?'

Celia may have been wrongly accused. Alora and Truett do not avoid arousing suspicion at all! "Between Alora and Celia, who is more suitable for Truett? I choose Celia." Alora looked at the news drafts that had already been written in the document and broke out in a cold

sweat.

If Samir had not been present today, and those people had taken photos of her and Truett, these news drafts would have been sent out!

She held the document in her hand, her heart trembling slightly. The news yesterday was relatively mild. In fact, she did not take it seriously. She only thought that Truett was really diverting the attention of the reporters so that others would not notice Celia. But now it seemed that those had all been Truett's excuses. His real purpose was to use her intimacy with him to turn the tables!

They still wanted to step on her and make her their stepping stones!

Thinking of this, Alora bit her lip.

Why wouldn't they let her go?

Just because she had a good temper, they had regarded her as a fool and their tool? When they had a use for her, they would coax her, and when they did not need her, they would squeeze out the last bit of her remaining value, right?

"It's pointless to be angry." Samir looked at her, and there were no waves in his obsidian-like eyes. "There is only one reason why others scheme against you without restraint." "You are too weak."

The man's words were like a heavy hammer that ruthlessly smashed into Alora's heart.

She raised her head and looked at him in a daze.

"In their eyes, you are a weakling who can be bullied at will." Samir raised his hand and gently rubbed her moist lips. "If you don't want to be bullied or schemed against in the future." He withdrew his hand and smiled, "Go and work hard. Get so strong that you can trample them under your feet.”

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