My Domineering CEO Husband

“Stop it.”

Lottie’s expression was serious, not like she was joking.

Connie remembered what seemed to be, followed by a curb of laughter.

“Why do you have that look on your face, did something happen?”

Lottie shook her head: “Just a little bed-sick, didn’t sleep well.”

“In all the time I’ve known you, this is the first time I’ve ever known you to have this problem.”

Connie shredded while bringing the topic across.

“You can’t do this, there are a lot of media here today, if you appear in front of them like this, they will have to make up the story that you were dumped by Mr. Chapman.”

Lottie raised the corners of her lips, but there was no half smile under her eyes.

“Don’t smile if you don’t want to, it can be really ugly.”

Connie spits out while her heart aches for her, thinking about whether she should tell Lottie the truth of what she saw now.

She didn’t need to tell Connie that there must have been an argument between Mr. Chapman and Lottie after what happened yesterday.

She was not someone who could hold her tongue, and was about to tell the whole story when there was another courteous knock on the door of her room.

The crowd looked back as Alfred was pushed in front of several people by the butler.

Alfred’s sharp eyes stared at Connie, straight to Connie to see the heart weak.

“What for?” Connie blustered.

Alfred gave a light laugh: “No why, aren’t you my agent? Thought I’d let you lead us to the director later.”

Connie looked at him suspiciously, “And I have to lead?”

I didn’t see Alfred listening to his manager before, he always kept to himself, even his manager couldn’t control him.

Alfred: “Of course, why else would Lottie be here with you?”

The eyes of the crowd were unanimous in looking at Lottie.

Alfred’s afterglow swept over the blue and black under her eyes, and a glint of understanding flashed through his eyes.

Alfred also said, “The same is under your artist, please also the broker should be treated equally.”

Connie secretly rolled her eyes, but did not argue.

After all, her duties are here and she can’t shirk them.

With two of the three artists coming, Connie simply asked someone to go get Natalia.

A few moments later, Natalia arrives, followed by Kayden, the little tail.

Kayden was startled to see so many people over here, and looked around before coming over to Lottie and asking, “Auntie, how come I don’t see Uncle Ralph?”

“He stayed up late working last night and is now catching up on his sleep.”

Lottie’s tone is flat and unmistakable.

Kayden didn’t take it personally, nodding and saying, “So that’s what happened.”

It was getting late, so Connie didn’t let them continue their pleasantries and led her three artists to the set along with the others.

The set and the hotel are relatively close to each other, just a ten-minute drive.

Connie got a super-sized RV, stuffed everyone into the same car, and drove off to the set with a whirl.

Several people took turns applying makeup in the car.

Lottie only now learned that Ralph had prepared a team of assistants for them yesterday, including stylists and make-up artists, and even a nutritionist, etc. Even Edward, the doctor who was with the team, was counted.

It can be said to be very well prepared.

Connie was relieved to see Lottie’s dark circles under her eyes lightly covered by the makeup artist.

In front of Lottie deliberately praised Ralph: “or Mr. Chapman thoughtful, everything has been considered, afraid that you are not used to eating the crew’s food, even the chef and nutritionist have brought their own.”

Lottie was a little uneasy: “Wouldn’t it be a little too good?”

The word is out that people are afraid to say she is playing a big game.

Alfred flipped lightly through a page of the magazine and smiled softly.

“What’s not good, Mr. Chapman is arranging everything without revealing anything, the chef is for the whole crew, and as for the make-up artist and stylist, they will stay in the car all the time.”

“All three of us are here alone in makeup, others will only say that SFLE Media Group is atmospheric, and definitely not about you.”

Lottie was relieved and sour and sweet at this.

The sweet thing is, Ralph really quietly did too much for her, considerate and never take credit.

The sour thing is that Ralph is really too nice, no wonder his brother doesn’t like himself, and she doesn’t know what to do to make it less difficult for Ralph.

There was a lot more I wanted to talk to him about yesterday, but because the timing wasn’t right, I had to find another time.

The RV arrived on set and the crowd looked out the window and saw a bunch of people.

Connie took one look at it and exclaimed, “Ooh, what a big show!”

Alfred laughed and said, “It’s Mr. Heron’s movie, and with so many big names cast in it, it’s already getting a lot of attention, so it’s no surprise that so many people will show up.”

The three wait in the car, Connie and Zack get out first to say hello to the director, and then follow the arrangement to see when to get off.

Natalia has not shot for a while, her heart is still a little weak, from Kayden side took the script has been reading.

Kayden, on the other hand, looked at her heartily, while shushing her, so sweetly.

Alfred didn’t want to see those two abusing dogs, so he set his eyes on Lottie.

He said, “I heard that Jerry, who lives next door to you, was beaten up and put in the hospital last night?”

Lottie froze for a moment before she remembered who Jerry was.

Couldn’t help but look at Alfred: “How do you know?”

Since Ralph said he would fix it, he should not let the news get out.

Lottie also searched the news this morning and didn’t see any relevant information.

Alfred hooked his lips: “I naturally have my ways.”

Lottie looked to Alfred, “What else do you know?”

Alfred replied, “Jerry is not a man of honor, and after such a big loss from you, he won’t just let it go.”

Lottie’s face was hard: “Ralph said …”

“In front of Mr. Chapman, he certainly won’t do anything. Behind your back, however, it’s easy to put shoes on you.”

Lottie stopped talking.

Alfred looked at her face and suddenly smiled.

“I have a way to deal with him, do you want to hear it?”

Lottie looked at Alfred strangely, “Why are you helping me?”

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Lottie looked at him suspiciously.

Alfred lie without changing his face: “This kid has always loved to pull the pedal, issued nine times out of ten circulars connoting that I am not as low-profile and humble as he is, I do not see him well for a long time.”

The circulars are real and so is the pulling and stomping, but the end result is usually his fans rubbing Jerry and his fans on the ground.

It doesn’t affect Alfredinthe slightest.

Lottie, however, believed it.

Thought about it, but began to hesitate: “Jeremy and Ian are good friends, it’s not good for me to get him in trouble.”

It’s not that she’s afraid of Ian, she just doesn’t want the conflict between Ralph and Ian’s brothers to deepen because of herself.

Alfred heard her words and let out a “tsk”.

“Are you so timid?”

Where was Bridge’s gumption when he revealed it in front of everyone?

Lottie shook her head solemnly. She could treat others as ruthlessly as the autumn breeze, but when it came to Ralph’s family, she was tied up.

“All right, come back to me afterwards if you change your mind.”