Chapter 213: Chapter 213: A Man?
Julian’s eyes flashed, and he was just about to walk away to the side.
Before he could even move, he was pulled back by Sophie Wilson, who said with a smile, "Come on, let’s go grab something to eat."
Julian’s mouth opened slightly, wanting to remind her, but suddenly he realized... he couldn’t break free at all!
Julian was stunned!
He’s a guy, right?
And he does work out regularly.
Why is his physical strength actually inferior to his little aunt’s?
Sophie pulled Julian to the side, and with what seemed like a gentle push, Julian found himself with no room for resistance at all, sitting directly in a chair.
Wow, my little aunt is amazing!
The more he interacts with his little aunt, the more he feels she really matches my little uncle.
Apart from their personalities, it seems their strength levels are about the same too.
"Little aunt, just now..." Julian didn’t finish his sentence when a piece of pastry was shoved into his mouth, perfectly stopping him from speaking.
"I know, let them record," Sophie Wilson said with a calm smile on her face, but the sarcasm in her eyes was so chilly that it sent shivers down Julian’s spine.
Oh my, his little aunt’s aura is very strong too.
Since his little aunt noticed that someone was secretly recording what’s happening on set, it means she’s prepared.
So, he didn’t worry anymore.
Julian happily ate, and after he finished two more scenes, he went back to rest because he had to get up early to shoot tomorrow.
After returning to the hotel and having dinner, Julian immediately called Charles Seymour to tell him all about what happened on set.
"...Little uncle, why is little aunt so incredible?" Julian took a sip of water to moisten his throat, "Just a light push from her, and I had no strength left. She’s a master."
"Mm," was the only indifferent response from Charles Seymour on the call.
However... Julian scratched his ear, why did he feel like he could hear his little uncle’s hidden pride from that one word?
Could it be that he’s overthinking?
"Little uncle, with Grace Wilson being so annoying, do you want to take action?" Julian asked.
His little uncle cares so much about his little aunt, how can he just watch her being set up?
"Sophie’s not at a disadvantage." Charles Seymour wasn’t worried at all; from Julian’s retelling, the people on set aren’t blind.
What Grace Wilson is doing is just deceiving outsiders.
"That’s true," Julian thought for a moment and said, "Hey, little uncle, I..."
"I’m hanging up now." Charles Seymour suddenly cut him off with these three words, and promptly hung up.
Julian stared at the phone in amazement, pondering why his little uncle was in such a hurry?
Unable to figure it out, Julian stopped thinking about it. He checked the time and called Sophie Wilson to ask if she had returned to the hotel.
"Little aunt, have you returned to the hotel?" Julian asked when the call connected.
"Just got back," Sophie’s voice had a hint of exhaustion.
"Little aunt, how about we have dinner together, and then you can rest early?" Julian knew not everyone can adapt to the intensity of filming work easily.
Sophie was already doing quite well.
"I ordered dinner to eat in my room..."
"Tired?"
A sudden male voice interrupted Sophie, startling Julian who was holding the phone.
Who?
Why is there a man in his little aunt’s room?
He’s determined to defend his little uncle’s status!
"Little aunt, do you have a friend in your room?" Julian asked cheerfully, a glint flashing in his eyes.
First, keep the male homewrecker stable, then go over and catch him, and report back to little uncle!