Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute

Chapter 67 Bridge to Bridge, Road to Road

After a while, Filip finished eating, put down the dishes and looked at Old Mrs. Pearson, "Dillon and the

others have asked me out for a little something, I'll come over."

Dillon that several are Filip's hair children, we are quite family, Old Mrs. Pearson also do not care much

about him these things.

Just now Lilly mentioned Starry, she was on a few more gas, this time hearing Filip this, directly waved

his hand, "Go."

When Lilly saw Filip was leaving, she quickly swallowed the meal inside her mouth, "Cousin, can you

take me with you?"

Filip gave her a look, the cool look made Lilly a little scared, "I remember I have something to do, then I

won't go, you go, cousin!"

"Hmm."

Filip responded indifferently, looking down and buttoning his cufflinks

Inside the box of Club Magenta.

Dillon had just returned from a phone call when he noticed that Filip was missing.

He kicked Thomas, who was sitting on the edge of the couch, "Where's Filip?"

Thomas pointed to the inner door, "Smoke there on the balcony."

Dillon tsked, "When did he get the urge to smoke?"

Thomas shrugged, "Who knows."

Dillon didn't talk to Thomas again, turned around and walked towards the inner room, before he

stepped out of the balcony, he saw Filip standing at the balcony smoking through the open door.

"That's not like you, Mr. Pearson, to smoke away your sorrows?"

Dillon said this in a particularly indebted tone, Filip inhaled his cigarette, as if he had not heard him say

this, did not even give him a look.

Dillon, who could not stand the neglect, remembered what happened the other day and nonchalantly

said to Filip, "I heard Starry bagged a male star, what do you think?"

Hearing his words, Filip just took a look at him for a moment, index finger pressed the cigarette, ash

shaking off, he slightly lowered his head, black eyes a little sullen.

Dillon saw his reaction, more energetic, "I heard that Starry is now smashing resources to promote him,

the boy is also quite competitive, it seems to be directly by Peter Kelly's new film cast. peter kelly you

do not know, right? I tell you, this Peter Kelly..."

Filip listened impatiently, put out his cigarette and gazed up at Dillon, "Aren't you chasing Starry?"

Dillon didn't react for a moment and was stunned, "Huh?"

But soon, he knew what Filip meant, Dillon was exasperated, "Filip, Starry divorced you is really the

right divorce."

"You've said this several times before, you don't need to stress it again, I have a good memory."

He looked at him expressionlessly, with a few moments of impatience under his eyes.

Dillon tapped the railing in front of him, "OK, I won't even mention it anymore. You're right, you're both

divorced, bridge to bridge, road to road! That's right!"

Filip did not speak again, he put the cigarette in his hand to the side of the trash can on the smoke

sand down, eyes looking at the distant night sky, black eyes without any focus inside.

No one knows what he's thinking.

And of course, no one knows what Starry thinks.

The rumor that Starry had adopted Hamish didn't die down for long, Starry suddenly went to Archangel

Pictures and found Hamish and took him away.

Hamish's assistant watched Hamish follow Starry out of the office, watched him get into Starry's eye-

catching Ferrari, and then watched the Ferrari drive further and further away until it disappeared before

she gulped, "Does President Bradley really have eyes for Hamish? "

Of course, no one can answer this question, and no one dares to answer it.

Starry's new book is finished, she recently had a rare free time, and now every day at home either

practicing yoga on the dance class, or flower arrangement to do delicious, the day is very quiet years.

She would come over to Hamish today only because she rarely dreamed of Sebastian anymore in

recent years, but she did last night, and she suddenly remembered something.

She also asked Catherine Hamish about her trip before she went to Archangel Pictures.

Hamish had just finished auditioning for a role the day before and had only two form training sessions

this morning, so Catherine gave him the afternoon off as a reward.

And before taking Hamish away, she asked Hamish if he would be willing to do a favor.

He said yes.

The red Ferrari drives very steadily, even when stopped at a red light.

Hamish inclined his head to look at Starry at his side, who hadn't said a word since getting into the car.

Ten minutes ago, she popped into the office and asked him if he could do her a favor, and when he

said he could, she let him go with her.

She didn't say what she was doing to help, and he didn't ask.

Now in the car, neither of them is talking either.

The red light ahead soon changed to green, Hamish closed his eyes, and Starry started the car.

Ferrari continued to drive on and soon the car pulled into a small villa and then into the garage.

Before getting out of the car, several evil thoughts flashed through Hamish's mind.

"Do you want to drink with plain water or juice, or something else?"

The woman's calm voice interrupted Hamish's thoughts and he glanced at Starry, "Plain water would be

fine, President Bradley."

Starry poured him a glass of plain water and looked at the time on his watch, "Actually, I don't need you

to do anything, I just want you to be a model and let me draw a picture."

Starry finished and added, "Not a nude model."

Hamish sipped his water, and when he heard her say this, he choked straight away, and his face, which

had been careless, turned two shades of red, "It's an honor to be President Bradley's model."

Starry smiled faintly and guided him to the drawing room.

"Just sit here and sit as comfortably as you like, it will take me about an hour."

Hamish walked over to the small couch and sat down casually.

Starry seemed to have started. It was quiet inside the drawing room, and the curtain behind Starry was

blown up and floated behind her, but she didn't notice it.

Hamish looked at Starry, he didn't quite understand what she meant.

An hour later, Starry stopped writing, "Well, it's almost twelve o'clock, do you want to try my

handiwork?"

Hamish stood up and instead of answering her question, he asked, "May I see President Bradley's

painting?" This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

"It's OK."

Hamish got up and walked over, looking at himself inside the drawing board, nothing special, Starry's

drawing level was higher than he thought, and he was quite similar to himself.

Hamish didn't stay for lunch because Catherine called Starry and said a gossip reporter was outside

the cottage.

Catherine personally picked up Hamish from the cottage, and although it had been tied up in advance,

the photos were still posted online by some of the leaks.

Starry suddenly went to Archangel Pictures to pick up Hamish to the villa, the two men and women

alone in the villa for nearly two hours, and finally Hamish's agent Catherine personally picked up

Hamish, which seems to be a matter of Starry adopted Hamish.