"I don't care about how he's gonna cuss me out, I can't handle the stress of long work hours. I believe everyone would put their health first..."
The assistant looked a bit troubled, "Mr. Reed, it's way past the agreed time, some people might be really steamed! You've made your point, maybe we can wrap it up now..."
Philip cracked a smile and took another sip of his coffee.
"Let them huff and puff over the phone. Remember, only agree to go after the third call..."
The assistant sighed in relief, "Alright."
Back at the shooting crew, Shawn's assistant hung up the phone and relayed Philip's assistant's words to Shawn.
"He said he's still on an IV drip, asked us to hold our horses!"
Shawn heaved a sigh, slamming the bottled water he was holding onto the table.
"He had the balls to come up with such an excuse!"
But not long after the call ended, Chloe received a few pictures.
She smirked, walking back to Shawn, "Let's consider replacing him. Because even if Shawn arrives, I won't let Jeanette continue shooting."
Shawn looked up at Chloe in surprise,
"Ms. Summers, what are you getting at?"
Everyone around gathered. This had turned into a big scoop in the entertainment industry.
Chloe, without hesitation, handed over her phone to Shawn.
"If I can tolerate this, then I'm too soft."
Shawn took the phone and his face turned grave upon seeing the pictures. In the picture, Philip was evidently enjoying coffee leisurely in a high-end café, with the timestamp being the moment right before his assistant called him.
He was trembling with anger, clutching the phone tightly.
"Philip has really crossed the line, he's gone too far--"
In a fit of rage, Shawn gave a hard kick forward. The bottled water he just drank was knocked over by the force, instantly flying up, and the entire table fell forward.
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