“All right. You can read the script today, Miss White,” Clarence said with a smile.
Laurence nodded.
Then, a staff member handed her the script.
“Shall I show you around the shooting site, Mr. Jones?”
“Yeah,” answered Andrew coldly.
Laurence looked up as they left, relieved that Andrew didn't watch her read the script.
Time passed quickly. Soon, it was half-past four. Then Laurence heard a cold voice, “When are you going to leave?”
“What?”
Laurence raised and was confused. Then she thought of something, lowered to check her wristwatch and then was panicked.
"Excuse me. I have to leave now."
With that, she stuffed the script into her bad and got up to leave when a strong hand pulled her.
“Where are you going? I can drive you there.”
Looking at the cold face, Laurence felt annoy
