"Accusing me of this is very unfair, dear Scarlett. First, I did watch 'The Dead Girl,' although it was in a studio; second, I have been to Toronto, although I left quickly; and third, I have a lot of work that needs my time." Adrian, wearing sunglasses, leaned back in his chair in the sunlit garden, speaking into the phone with a playful smile.
"Great reasons, but the truth is, when 'The Dead Girl' was released, you left, and you weren't in the theater." Scarlett's voice came from the other end, relentless, accompanied by the sound of crunching, as if she was eating something.
Adrian couldn't help but scratch his head. He was quite vexed by her relentless attitude. Every time Scarlett got into this mode, it was hard to soothe her. Luckily, his phone rang again.
