Chapter 1914: Chapter 1914

Chapter 1914: Chapter 1926: Mr. Wellington Is Here

“What!” Sasha Hammond suddenly stood up, nearly stepping on the hem of her dress and stumbling.

“Did you see clearly, how could Mr. Wellington come personally?”

She’s filmed so many times with the crew, and after dating Dylan Wellington for three months, it seems ‘The Harem’ is the only one where Dylan personally came to visit the set.

However, the first visit was at the launch party, and he left in less than ten minutes after arriving.

The second time was even more absurd—he only showed up to find Molly Wellington, that arrogant heiress.

He came just to tell her two words: ‘break up.’

The few times he visited were accompanied by unpleasant experiences, making it clear how much Dylan disliked personally coming to the set.

The second assistant quickly said: “Sasha, don’t rush, I saw a lot of people, a line of luxury cars parked outside the set. All who got out were bodyguards in black suits with solemn expressions. I think Mr. Wellington might be here to crash the set and give Skye Brown a hard time!”

Hearing this, Sasha Hammond’s eyes lit up.

Yeah, Mr. Wellington coming may not be because he listened to Skye Brown and came to pursue her personally.

He’s brought so many people, it’s possible he’s really here to crash the set.

Sasha Hammond immediately put on a delighted face, not bothering to change out of her opulent costume, she was about to head out with her skirts held up, supported by two assistants.

Meanwhile, Skye Brown, who was directing, also heard the news brought by her assistant.

The entire set was engulfed in an atmosphere of excitement and gossip.

Mr. Wellington has arrived—

Mr. Wellington actually came personally—

It’s said he brought dozens of bodyguards; they’ve all reached the entrance, and by the looks of it, he’s definitely not here to personally pursue Director Skye Brown. On the contrary, it seems like a vendetta.

At this moment, everyone, including the staff who were on good terms with Skye, felt that Skye was done for this time; she must have refused him face to face and deeply offended Mr. Wellington.

The assistant whispered: “Director Brown, maybe you should leave through the back door for now, just in case. If Mr. Wellington gets angry, I’m worried you’ll…”

“It’s fine, I’m not afraid.” Skye patted the assistant’s arm and instead of showing the least bit of worry or fear, she consoled her.

“Mr. Wellington is just another guy with two eyes, a nose, and a mouth; you think too highly of him, and that’s why you’re afraid.”

“So what if he brought bodyguards.” Skye scoffed.

Don’t forget, before she dated Dylan Wellington, she wasn’t afraid to confront him head-on, even ‘fighting.’

Even after they were together, she never compromised herself to please him by being deliberately gentle or submissive.

To Skye, Dylan Wellington is just Dylan Wellington.

He’s not Mr. Wellington, nor the heir to Wellington Entertainment, and she’s never been afraid facing him.

The conversation between Skye and her assistant didn’t escape Norman York’s ears.

Norman York, arms crossed, was lounging by one of the pillars on the set building, waiting for his scene.

Hearing Skye’s words, the corners of his lazy smile turned up slightly.

This woman really is something… intriguing and amusing.

At this moment, the neat and unified sound of footsteps came from outside the set.

Nearly thirty bodyguards in suits and ties, looking serious and aloof, entered in two rows.

Their faces were icy, yet what they held in their hands seemed completely mismatched with their image.

The two lines of bodyguards in black suits walking into the set were each holding a pot of roses, blooming vivaciously.

Not just a bouquet, but a pot of roses.

And each one held a pot!

What is this? It’s not a vendetta, but it’s also clearly not here for pursuit or gifting—otherwise, who would bring ‘potted’ roses!?

Just as everyone was puzzled, a man with outstanding and handsome looks, noble yet roguish, stepped out from between the lines of people.

He wore a meticulously crafted, extremely luxurious three-piece black suit.

His broad shoulders, slim waist, and long legs were delineated by the suit without a doubt.

A standard inverted triangle body shape, with golden proportions, complemented by a stunningly handsome, wickedly charming appearance.

Indeed, he could make anyone’s legs feel weak with just one glance.

Mr. Wellington also had a rose in his hand.

But, unlike the exaggerated 99 roses from the morning, and different from the ‘potted’ roses held by the other bodyguards.

Mr. Wellington held just a single rose.

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