My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 548

Without hesitation, Cooper invested thirty million in the movie Genevieve mentioned.

The moment Joash saw that somconc had invested in the movie without requesting to have the male

lead changed, hic swifily soughi Bruce out. “It must have been an investor Ms. Rachford found! She’s

the best!”

Subsequently, he questioned in curiosity, “But Mr. Gable, why did you tell me to contact her back then

and not Mr. Dixon?”

All matters pertaining to the company’s artists were under James’ purview.

When Joash discerned from the director’s veiled remarks that the producer wanted to change the male

lead, he immediately wanted to phone James. However, Bruce stopped him from doing so.

At his question, Bruce replied mildly, “Because Mr. Dixon doesn’t care about me.”

“But isn’t it the same with Ms. Rachford?” Scratching his head, Joash muttered, “When I phoned her

the day before, she said it wasn’t her company alone. But in the next heartbeat, she contacted an

investor. Did you make some deal with her, Mr. Gable?”

Undeniably, it was suspicious when the owner of an entertainment company treated an artist with a

tainted past so nicely.

“Yup, a carnal deal,” Bruce answered with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes before stuffing the thermos

into the man’s hand. “If I’d known you were so talkative then, I wouldn’t have hired you.”

“I’m just concerned about you, Mr. Gable,” Joash muttered, smiling sheepishly.

When he saw that the thermos contained tea, he remarked, “You’ve got to go to the studio at nine

o’clock for filming and attend Fantasy Film Festival at eight o‘clock at night, Mr. Gable. As such, you

must keep yourself in top condition. Don’t drink tea anymore. I’ll buy you iced coffee to reduce the

swelling on your face!”

Having said that, he left in a hurry.

Bruce leaned back against the chair and massaged his temples, feeling exceedingly tired.

He had never thought that he would be living with someone else’s identity one day, much less that he

would become an insignificant artist from an influential figure in the business world.

Worse suill, he had no resources because of his negative press, coupled with the fact that he had just

switched companies,

He was only filming one movie, yet he was already dead tired.

From the second he opened his eyes cach day, he either had to go through the script or exercise in the

gym. When the film crew had made the arrangements, he had to rush to the studio to film.

In the past, he felt that coffee was really fragrant. But the mere sight of it alone nauseated him at

present

He snagged his phone from the table. After unlocking it, the picture of a young woman asleep on her

side popped up on his home screen.

Her long, black hair was spread over the snow-white pillow, and her profile was delicate and exquisite.

The picture was taken at a close range, so even the fine hairs on her face were visible. Part of her

shoulder was exposed from under the covers, her skin as white as snow.

As she lay there on her side, she appeared as pretty as a picture.

Bruce placed his finger on the screen to keep it from going black. He gazed at the woman greedily for a

long time.

Then, he tapped open WhatsApp. When he found the only chat box at the top, he clicked into it.

He typed: Thank you, Ms. Rachford.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be busy.

It wasn’t until when Joash was on his way back to the studio after buying iced coffee that Bruce

received a reply from the woman.

Genevieve replied: I‘m not helping you for free. You‘ve got to repay me the money in the future.

Bruce: Okay. I‘ll repay you double.

As he stared at the conversation between them, he couldn’t resist sending another message that read: I‘m on my way to the studio.

Genevieve: I‘m waiting for my flight.

Bruce: You‘re going on a business trip, Ms. Rachford?

Genevieve: Yup. I‘m going to Baykeep to settle something. Isn‘t there an opening ceremony of a film festival in Baykeep tonight? My friend rang me up and extended me an invitation. It‘ll be at his resort, so I can‘t decline.

Bruce had never asked Joash about the film festival’s venue, but seeing that Genevieve had said as

much, it was probably at Martin’s resort.

That is to say, we‘ll be meeting tonight.

His mood suddenly took a turn for the better. He texted: I‘ll also be attending that film festival.

To which, Genevieve replied: See you tonight.

*Are you hungry, Mr. Cable? Have a whole wheat bun.” Joash handed Bruce a bun, only to notice that

the latter was chaluing with someone.

When the man exited WhatsApp, he glimpsed the picture of the woman on the home screen.

Chapter 548

Without hesitation, Cooper invested thirty million in the movie Genevieve mentioned.

The moment Joash saw that somconc had invested in the movie without requesting to have the male

lead changed, hic swifily soughi Bruce out. “It must have been an investor Ms. Rachford found! She’s

the best!”

Subsequently, he questioned in curiosity, “But Mr. Gable, why did you tell me to contact her back then

and not Mr. Dixon?”

All matters pertaining to the company’s artists were under James’ purview.

When Joash discerned from the director’s veiled remarks that the producer wanted to change the male

lead, he immediately wanted to phone James. However, Bruce stopped him from doing so.

At his question, Bruce replied mildly, “Because Mr. Dixon doesn’t care about me.”

“But isn’t it the same with Ms. Rachford?” Scratching his head, Joash muttered, “When I phoned her

the day before, she said it wasn’t her company alone. But in the next heartbeat, she contacted an

investor. Did you make some deal with her, Mr. Gable?”

Undeniably, it was suspicious when the owner of an entertainment company treated an artist with a

tainted past so nicely.

“Yup, a carnal deal,” Bruce answered with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes before stuffing the thermos

into the man’s hand. “If I’d known you were so talkative then, I wouldn’t have hired you.”

“I’m just concerned about you, Mr. Gable,” Joash muttered, smiling sheepishly.

When he saw that the thermos contained tea, he remarked, “You’ve got to go to the studio at nine

o’clock for filming and attend Fantasy Film Festival at eight o‘clock at night, Mr. Gable. As such, you

must keep yourself in top condition. Don’t drink tea anymore. I’ll buy you iced coffee to reduce the

swelling on your face!”

Having said that, he left in a hurry.

Bruce leaned back against the chair and massaged his temples, feeling exceedingly tired.

He had never thought that he would be living with someone else’s identity one day, much less that he

would become an insignificant artist from an influential figure in the business world.

Worse suill, he had no resources because of his negative press, coupled with the fact that he had just

switched companies,

He was only filming one movie, yet he was already dead tired.

From the second he opened his eyes cach day, he either had to go through the script or exercise in the

gym. When the film crew had made the arrangements, he had to rush to the studio to film.

In the past, he felt that coffee was really fragrant. But the mere sight of it alone nauseated him at

present

He snagged his phone from the table. After unlocking it, the picture of a young woman asleep on her

side popped up on his home screen.

Her long, black hair was spread over the snow-white pillow, and her profile was delicate and exquisite.

The picture was taken at a close range, so even the fine hairs on her face were visible. Part of her

shoulder was exposed from under the covers, her skin as white as snow.

As she lay there on her side, she appeared as pretty as a picture.

Bruce placed his finger on the screen to keep it from going black. He gazed at the woman greedily for a

long time.

Then, he tapped open WhatsApp. When he found the only chat box at the top, he clicked into it.

He typed: Thank you, Ms. Rachford.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be busy.

It wasn’t until when Joash was on his way back to the studio after buying iced coffee that Bruce

received a reply from the woman.

Genevieve replied: I‘m not helping you for free. You‘ve got to repay me the money in the future.

Bruce: Okay. I‘ll repay you double.

As he stared at the conversation between them, he couldn’t resist sending another message that read: I‘m on my way to the studio.

Genevieve: I‘m waiting for my flight.

Bruce: You‘re going on a business trip, Ms. Rachford?

Genevieve: Yup. I‘m going to Baykeep to settle something. Isn‘t there an opening ceremony of a film festival in Baykeep tonight? My friend rang me up and extended me an invitation. It‘ll be at his resort, so I can‘t decline.

Bruce had never asked Joash about the film festival’s venue, but seeing that Genevieve had said as

much, it was probably at Martin’s resort.

That is to say, we‘ll be meeting tonight.

His mood suddenly took a turn for the better. He texted: I‘ll also be attending that film festival.

To which, Genevieve replied: See you tonight.

*Are you hungry, Mr. Cable? Have a whole wheat bun.” Joash handed Bruce a bun, only to notice that

the latter was chaluing with someone.

When the man exited WhatsApp, he glimpsed the picture of the woman on the home screen.