Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 67

But the thing that truly rattled Rosamund was still to come.

The next day, York asked her to meet him at the Grand Horizon Hotel at eleven. Beasley didn't show up; only York, the screenwriter, and the director were there.

Rosamund felt a heaviness in her chest, but none of it showed on her face.

No matter what, she couldn't let this film slip through her fingers. As long as the creative team stayed the same, she knew—she'd already lived through this once before—that her performance would make the movie a runaway hit.

York had reserved a lavish private room. After a round of polite small talk, everyone took their seats and got down to business.

York started things off. "I wanted to bring everyone together today to talk about the next steps and plans for our film project."

He then ran through a slightly polished version of the plan he'd worked out with Beasley the night before.

Finally, he added, "Of course, when it comes to funding, we'll make sure the film gets top priority. Any delays will be covered by the production company, and we'll make sure everyone's salaries and compensation are fully protected during the wait. There's no need to worry about payment—just focus on the work."

The director nodded. "Mr. Sinclair, you've thought of everything. We value this project and are happy to adjust our schedules as needed."

The screenwriter had no objections either.

Now, it was down to Rosamund.

Everyone turned to her, waiting for her answer.

She smiled warmly. "I don't have any concerns. I'm just a newcomer here, so I'll be looking to Director Harrison, Scriptwriter Clarke, and you, Mr. Sinclair, for guidance."

Her tone was gracious and modest, with not a hint of the diva about her.

Truth be told, even the most celebrated actors rarely put on airs around someone like Director Harrison, a legend in his own right. Still, Rosamund's reputation as a rising international star who'd just returned from abroad meant Harrison hadn't known what to expect.

But now, seeing how beautiful and humble she was, Director Harrison instantly took a liking to her.

The group continued to discuss the film, ideas flying back and forth in a relaxed, collaborative atmosphere.

York's expression faltered for a second. "Sorry—about the whole leading man situation before. That was on me. Some surprise, huh?"

Rosamund shook her head, still smiling. "Don't blame yourself, I was only joking. Is there something you need this afternoon?"

"I want to take you somewhere, if you're free," York said, hoping to make amends by arranging for Rosamund to finally meet Beasley.

He knew Beasley had the day off, so he figured a little surprise introduction might serve as an apology for the fiasco at the press event.

Rosamund took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of striking, luminous eyes. "If an old friend asks, how could I possibly refuse?"

"Then ride with me. Let Yvonne take your car back," York suggested.

"Alright." Rosamund nodded, then turned to tell her assistant, Yvonne, to drive back on her own.

She got into York's car without asking where they were headed, and York didn't volunteer the information.