Fiona Grantham stood at the entrance of the film crew, watching the car that disappeared around the corner, looking dazed, her lips trembling, unable to make a sound for quite a while.
Just now, she surprisingly saw that usually composed and dignified man forcefully and dominantly stuffed that young boy into the car.
Even though the boy, with an unhappy expression, was saying some unpleasant words, Mason Bennett showed no signs of anger.
Even towards Victor Bennett, he had never been this indulgent…
Bella Green, Bella Green…
"Miss Grantham, your friend hasn't arrived yet?" a crew member asked from behind.
At this, Fiona's face darkened immensely, but in an instant, she brought up a smile.
The only thing she couldn't conceal was her slightly pale face.
"He… hasn't arrived yet."
Just as her words fell, a string of horn sounds rang out.
In a bright red convertible sports car, a man with a sunshine-like smile gracefully took off his sunglasses and grinned at Fiona.
"Phoebe."
