Chapter 702
Eugene’s car was gliding beside her. Lee popped his head out of the window. He sounded tired. “Didn’t you hear me call out your name so many times?”
Melanie looked at the ground. “I was thinking about something.”
“Get into the car. I’m going to pick up Mr. Scott.” Lee pulled over and hid his displeasure.
Eugene had dropped by in the afternoon for the conference.
In Melanie’s hands was the takeaway box he brought over. Their lunch break was short, so she had no time to eat it.
Noticing her puzzled expression, Lee explained, “Mr. Scott went elsewhere on short notice. He told me to pick you up first before going for a meal with Mr. Henry.”
Melanie finally remembered she had promised Henry this afternoon that she would have a meal with him.
She entered the car silently.
Eugene was somewhere nearby. It was cold outside, and the temperature in the car dropped when he entered.
His black windbreaker seemed to be drenched. Melanie retracted her hand when her fingertips accidentally touched the cold windbreaker.
It was dark in the car. Eugene’s face was as cold as ever, just like his windbreaker.
Subconsciously, Melanie scooted over a little.
The dim yellow light in the car was turned on, bringing some warmth to the car. Melanie squinted her eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness.
“Why didn’t you eat it?” A cold voice shattered the warmth she felt.
Eugene’s eyes were on the takeaway box on Melanie’s lap. It was still sealed.
He seemed to be agitated over it and looked at Melanie. “You don’t like the food?”
Melanie’s grip on the takeaway box tightened. She did not have time to eat at noon and habitually took it back to the hotel to have it for dinner.
Eugene was still staring at her. “You’re getting stubborn. You don’t even listen to Grandpa anymore?”
Hearing him mention Henry, Melanie interrupted him.
She took the document Viola returned to her and explained coldly, “Viola and
Harvey rejected Burning Star Studio’s proposal, and she told me not to waste any more time. Do you think I’d still be in the mood to eat?”
Eugene looked at the document. His coldness dissipated, yet his face still looked
stern.
Rejecting the document could be a serious matter, especially if it happened in front of everyone. It would be challenging to turn the tables.
The organizer would seem unreliable if they went back against their own word.
It was silent again in the car.
Melanie rubbed her forehead and felt troubled.
She seemed calm before everyone, but she knew this was not a small matter.
If Burning Star Studio could not make a comeback and everyone knew Redwaves rejected them, it would be the studio’s shame. They would never be able to clear their name.
Frustrated, she looked at Eugene and asked, “If Burning Star Studio is rejected, does LeapCo stand a chance?”
Eugene froze and skipped the topic. He took the takeaway box from her. “Why are you keeping this? The food’s already cold.”
