CHAPTER 160: CHAPTER 160: SIMPLE PYRAMID SCHEME, HARRY LEWIS HUGS THE PILLAR

The next day.

Under the watchful eyes of Class Six students, Harry Lewis got up to leave the classroom with Claire Green.

John Sinclair saw this and intended to follow, but as soon as he stood up, the girl looked over lazily.

He heard her say with a roguish tone, "You want to follow him too."

Her words successfully froze John Sinclair, who awkwardly rubbed his nose and laughed slyly, "No, I just stood up to stretch."

From the front row, Sebastian Winn turned his head and whispered, "Bro, don’t be a coward, I also want to see what’s happening."

Although Isabella Xyler didn’t speak, her expectant expression was evident.

Looking at the two of them, John Sinclair twitched his lips, thinking they’re all about reaping without sowing. If they wanted to go, why not ask Olivia themselves?

Suddenly.

A mischievous smile flashed in his eyes, and without a shred of guilt, he directly said, "Olivia, I report, these two just told me they also want to watch the show."

Saying this, he pointed to the two people in the front row.

Sebastian Winn and Isabella Xyler’s bodies jolted, staring at him in disbelief.

We agreed we were brothers, and then you sold me out just like that.

Claire Green chuckled softly, looking at the three of them with a leisurely gaze.

"Just watching is not enough, how about I send you to act?"

"Well, Olivia, I just remembered I have some homework unfinished, so I’m not going."

Sebastian Winn was the first to react, speaking quickly before bowing his head and pretending to start writing.

Seeing him acting as if nothing happened, Isabella Xyler’s lips twitched, could you be any faster?

Your pen hasn’t even touched the paper, what homework are you writing?

"Olivia, I think I’d better stay in the class to watch over them, in case someone causes trouble."

Isabella Xyler looked pointedly at John Sinclair, resting her chin on her hand as she spoke.

"Since you’re not going, today’s homework will be doubled."

The girl casually tossed out this statement and turned to leave the classroom.

Harry Lewis sympathetically glanced at the three crestfallen individuals, suddenly feeling lucky by comparison.

Compared to their workload, sacrificing himself for the sake of art didn’t seem so hard after all.

His old man should understand, right?

...

"Charlotte, what did Miss Green say?"

Just after finishing a scene, they called Charlotte Shaw over, eagerly inquiring.

Their film crew had been up and running for so long, yet Miss Green, as their only investor, hadn’t come to inspect, showing how much she trusted them.

One must know the quality of a film crew directly affects the final product; many crews have investors come over during shooting to check the effects, ensuring their money isn’t wasted.

But Miss Green was so assured it made them feel uneasy, hence they had Charlotte invite her over.

"Just saw the message, she’s already on her way, she should be here soon."

Charlotte Shaw took the phone from the assistant, glanced at WeChat, and smiled instantly.

Hearing the answer they wanted, they waved their hand, "Alright, you go change your clothes."

Then they scanned the entire crew, looking excited, "Everyone check the venue cleanliness and filming equipment, our investor is finally coming over, remember to smile, Miss Green needs to feel we’re a loving crew."

As soon as these words fell.

The venue fell silent.

Charlotte Shaw took a few steps but stopped, unable to help the helpless look on her face.

What’s with you behaving like a leader came to inspect?

Speaking so passionately about not going into pyramid schemes feels like a loss.

And a full-on smile from everyone, she suddenly pictured the scene, as everyone stared with a smile at Miss Green, and the director casually announced, "Investor coming, please come in."

After all, with the director’s personality, it wouldn’t be surprising if he did that.

Imagining that scene seemed like a massive social death moment.

She couldn’t let such a humiliating thing happen.

"Director, I think everyone should just go with the flow, no need to be deliberate, that way we appear genuine."

But the excitement of the investor’s arrival made him unable to hear her.

He waved his hand, "I know what to do, go change."

Saying this, he stepped forward twice to pull the corners of a photographer’s mouth upward, nodding satisfactorily, "That’s more like it, everyone use this as the standard, practice while you can to avoid mistakes later."

He must use the most passionate and enthusiastic attitude to welcome Miss Green.

That way, his next project’s investment would be secured.

If Charlotte knew what he was thinking, she’d surely laugh, don’t be too confident thinking Miss Green would invest.

Watching the director ’keep busy,’ Charlotte shrugged, she had advised enough, just hoping Miss Green wouldn’t be scared later.

...

Meanwhile, the investor wanted by everyone was standing at the gate of the film base, staring expressionlessly at someone causing a scene.

Harry Lewis clung tightly to a pillar, using both hands and feet, "Olivia, I don’t want to go in."

As long as he didn’t let go, Olivia couldn’t take him inside.

He really was a clever one.

Fortunately, this wasn’t during open tourist hours, otherwise, Harry’s antics would be a surefire trending topic.

"Let go."

Claire Green’s dark, bright eyes, exuded an icy indifference, her expression impatient.

"I won’t," Harry just spat out two words before catching the girl’s gaze, and quickly changed his tone, "Not letting go is impossible."

Then he swiftly released the pillar, standing obediently in front of the girl.

Forget it, rather than Olivia’s ruthless, unpredictable ways, he’d rather go back and face the old man’s stick, having been used to that.

"Olivia, let’s head inside!"

At this moment, Harry knew when to urge politely.

Claire Green glanced at him lightly and moved towards Charlotte Shaw’s film crew.

Whew.

Seeing her leave, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, patting his chest, worried he might have gotten beaten up.

...

"You’re here."

Charlotte Shaw had just changed clothes when she saw a familiar figure from afar, instinctively rushing towards the girl.

The anxious voice of her assistant went ignored.

Suddenly.

She saw a strange boy obediently standing behind the girl, couldn’t help but ask, "Who is he?"

Before Claire Green could respond, Harry Lewis excitedly introduced himself, "Hello, Goddess, I’m Harry Lewis, here to act today."

Wow, if Olivia had told him earlier that they were coming to Charlotte’s crew, he wouldn’t have hesitated.

He had liked Charlotte for a long time, and now he was meeting her in person.

Charlotte Shaw was taken aback by his enthusiasm, looking to the girl for confirmation.

Claire Green nodded slightly, "Didn’t you mention there was a role you couldn’t find anyone for? He’s perfect for it."

Charlotte thought of the role immediately but felt the boy didn’t quite fit it.

Harry Lewis was equally puzzled, "Olivia, what role is this that I’m perfect for?"

"Drama queen, sharp-tongued."

The girl’s eyebrows were relaxed, a hint of mischief in her eyes.

Hearing this.

Charlotte Shaw’s expression was extremely complicated; despite acting for years, it was her first time encountering such a unique interpretation of a role.

Unexpectedly.

Harry’s mouth split into a wide grin, "I can do that, Goddess, rest assured, I’m definitely up to it."

Being in the same crew as the goddess was indescribably blissful, whether capable or not, he’d become capable.

"Ah, okay," Charlotte smiled, "I’ll take you to meet the director."

But she had just lifted her foot, suddenly thinking of something, reminded, "You might need to be mentally prepared."

Upon hearing this.

Claire Green raised an eyebrow, intrigue sparkling in her eyes.