Chapter 285
Vonnie chuckled, “How is that possible? I actually think Mr. Palmer dislikes Cristina. I once saw Cristina trying to seduce him, and he ruthlessly rejected her. It was really funny.”
“Why did Anton choose her as the leading lady? I heard several A-list actresses auditioned, but none were chosen. What makes this Cristina so special?”
“Who knows? Her appearance and image don’t really match the script’s description. Maybe it’s just because she’s so popular.”
“Maybe.”
I smiled, still feeling a bit strange about the casting. Winston had frantically sought investment, telling me he was counting on this movie to change his life. He pinned all his hopes on it.
Therefore, their company should be very careful with casting. Winston, being cautious, probably wouldn't hire someone like Cristina—a popular but controversial actress. After all, such actresses could easily derail the entire film. It was a risky decision that Winston should have considered more carefully.
Chapter 285
What surprised me even more was that Cristina turned out to be Anton’s choice. This is really strange.
Vonnie chatted with me about other things, also asking about my baby. Chatting with the baby, I slowly forgot my doubts. I told Vonnie I’d find a way to leave Freybourne before my belly grew too large. She said her play would be finished filming by then, and she’d help me find a solution.
After chatting with Vonnie, it was almost 1 a.m.
Reynaldo hadn't returned yet, or perhaps he was staying at the hospital with Kimberly. I turned off the light and lay in bed. Although the bed in the presidential suite was large and soft, I didn't sleep soundly. I woke up several times, each time after ten to twenty minutes. I sighed and picked up my phone to scroll. I brushed for half an hour, my eyes sore from the constant scrolling. I turned off my phone again, forcing myself to fall back asleep.
I don’t know how long I’d been sleeping when I heard a “swish”—someone using a key to open the door. I instantly woke up and sat up quickly. With a “click,” the living room light turned on, the light seeping in through the crack of the door.
Did Reynaldo come back? I got out of bed and opened the bedroom door. Reynaldo walked in, covered in snow.
I was stunned and asked, “Is it snowing outside?”
“Well, it rained heavily.”
He took off his down jacket and walked toward me. Wearing a black shirt, he seemed even more dominant and cold. I clutched the door frame, staring blankly. As he approached, I felt the chill he brought in from outside.
I asked, “Is Ms. Palmer okay?”
“Mm-hmm,” he nodded.
I wanted to ask more about him and Kimberly, but I was afraid of upsetting him. It was already 2 a.m. I said, “You should go to bed soon. I need to sleep, too.” After saying that, I turned around and walked towards the bed.