Chapter 1448 - 1441: I Heard Mr. Ji Pampers You (2)
Collaborating with Chloe Winston is like collaborating with the god of wealth; Faust wishes he could treat the young lady like a Buddha.
Chloe brought her assistant, Autumn, and after searching for half a day, they followed the sign and found Faust. She politely said, "For work-related matters, I’ll follow Kyla’s arrangements."
She wants to shoot youth films next and not TV dramas. Although TV drama pay is good and can help her repay the penalty for the variety show as soon as this project finishes, the shooting time is too long, and it lacks the depth of films.
"Then I’ll talk to Kyla Zamora directly. We’ll have dinner together tonight, and I’ll notify everyone in the group later." Faust walked away with a pleased look.
"Sis, why do I feel like the director is clinging to you? This film isn’t even finished yet, and he’s already scheduling the next one?" Autumn said, puzzled, while dragging her suitcase.
"Let’s go; it seems to be up ahead." Chloe followed the sign. After bypassing the green belt, she indeed saw the No. 1 Duke Villa, her eyes lit up, and then she saw the No. 2 Duke Villa not far away. A man was sitting in the garden drinking coffee—Constantine Stewart, the ever-present shadow.
Chloe: "..."
"Sis, it’s Mr. Stewart." Autumn’s voice trembled with the deep-seated fear of being under Constantine Stewart’s influence. The world says Mr. Stewart is refined and handsome; indeed, his face is captivating, fresh and elegant like jade, especially his eyes, long and narrow like a sleeping phoenix with a lazy charm. But when he’s got a cold expression, he’s truly terrifying.
"Relax, this time I won’t drink. Whoever fears him is a fool." Chloe coldly laughed. Previously, she was too thin-skinned and felt awkward saying tough things. If Constantine Stewart dares to misbehave, she won’t hesitate to face him head-on.
"Sis, I’ll be on guard twenty-four hours." Autumn clenched her fist to boost her confidence—if necessary, she’d call the police and defend Chloe at all costs.
The two moved the luggage into the villa, and shortly after, they heard knocking on the door.
The forty-year-old butler came with the maid, holding a tray with one hand. He brought afternoon tea and desserts, smiling as he said, "Miss Winston, here’s your favorite afternoon tea. What would you like for dinner?"
The butler had served in a private estate on Fulham Road for six years and was well aware of Chloe’s dietary preferences. He was merely following protocol to inquire and then had the maid disinfect the place and bring new bedding and daily necessities.
"Thank you, I’m not picky." The butler and maid were familiar faces. Chloe smiled slightly, then watched as the maid entered with new items, bustling about tidying the villa.
Autumn had her mouth open in disbelief—so this was butler-style service. She came along to care for Chloe, but realized her job might be redundant now.
There was absolutely no need for her here.
Everyone says don’t confront a smiling person, so Chloe had no choice but to sit with Autumn outside the garden, enjoying afternoon tea, filled with her beloved desserts. She loved sweets; as a young woman, she wouldn’t gain weight no matter how much she ate. Thus, the chef at Fulham Fortune’s estate made excellent desserts.
"Sis, it’s so delicious—it’s almost making me cry." Autumn wolfed down a mini cake after she said it tearfully eating.
"Eat slowly; no one’s going to snatch them from you." Chloe also took one. It was a familiar taste; however, she’s learned restraint, eating sweets sparingly over the past six months.
The butler noticed the desserts were well received and smiled, "There are plenty of desserts; I’ll have more sent over."
Mr. Stewart brought the butler, maids, and chef to take good care of Chloe, ensuring desserts would be available indefinitely throughout the day.
"Sis, although Mr. Stewart is a bit scary, he’s genuinely good to you." Autumn quickly switched sides after tasting a dessert, happily closing her eyes while licking her fingers. "It’s said that the crew can stay in such a great holiday village all because Mr. Stewart empathizes with you."
Chloe cast her an eye and leisurely said, "Stop talking nonsense, or no desserts for you."
Autumn immediately fell silent, feeling aggrieved, hurriedly grabbing and stuffing a cheesecake into her mouth.
Half an hour later, the villa was tidied up, and the butler left with the staff. Chloe returned to soak in a bath to relax. After waking up from a nap, it was almost dusk, and Faust was calling the main actors for dinner in the group chat.
Worried about Mr. Stewart finding too many people annoying, Faust didn’t dare invite more. He only invited four young crew members, saying it’s mandatory.
Chloe got up, dressed casually due to the pleasant holiday village climate. She wore a modified floral top with a white background and grey cotton pants—purchased from an online shop. Both were comfortable and affordable; her previously short hair had grown longer and was carelessly tied into a small bun, then she headed out for dinner.
"Chloe, hurry up; we’re all waiting for you. Follow the signs to the restaurant, go straight up to the room on the second floor." Emilio shouted in the group chat, urging her to hurry, as the spirits in the private room were dwindling.
"Chloe, I’ll come to get you. Just find the restaurant." Victoria had a stroke of genius and quickly got up to meet her, escaping from the room that felt like Hell.
Sitting with big shots is stressful. Big shots are scarier than her dad.
Victoria didn’t talk much, leaving Faust and Emilio to support the atmosphere.
Without seeing Chloe, Constantine Stewart didn’t get excited. Despite not intentionally looking cold, those present were all young, unable to withstand his aura, fidgeting as if sitting on pins and needles.
Chloe searched for five or six minutes, found the restaurant, and saw Victoria at the door, who led her upstairs.
"I envy you no more, Chloe." Victoria suddenly said, realizing not everyone could handle big shots despite their charms. Living with someone like Constantine Stewart must have Chloe calling him "dad," right?
Too scary. She’d rather find a good-looking young guy and live wildly.