"Do you remember what I said before? I want to cultivate you into the world's top superstar. If you don't accept scripts and don't act, do you want to be someone who only stays by my side?"
Laila understood, "Are you worried about Abel? Don't worry; he's a very stable kid. I think, in some ways, he's even more reassuring than you." At least the boy didn't land her in the police station three times for bail, right?
However, Roy didn't give her a chance to withdraw. He placed his hand on the back of her head, pulling her closer to him, and then passionately kissed her on the lips.
The implied message from DC Entertainment was clear: they believed she couldn't capture the essence of the superheroes because they were too iconic and beautiful.
Yes, she had gone mad, truly mad. To prevent her from saying anything she shouldn't, on the way there, Dawud had his men drug her. For now, this was the best course of action. At least she could live in her own world, carefree.
When they arrived at the aircraft, Laila finally understood the meaning behind Faiza's "cute and compact" statement. The plane before her was indeed cute and compact, with a pink design on the fuselage. It was several sizes smaller than the other planes nearby.
"It's not about money," Laila wanted to smack him with the money. $200 million just to make her stay for a few more days? This was something only an incredibly extravagant person would say.
He held a stuffed teddy bear that was half his size in one hand and a bag of... raw meat in the other, rushing in with a worried look. "You just arrived, and now you want to leave again?"
Laila was flabbergasted. "Is it springtime, so you're in heat now?" She glared at him, annoyed. "Feeling an electric shock when two people touch each other is not a sign of a chemical reaction called love. It's called static electricity!"