CHAPTER 925: CHAPTER 925: SEND A COOLER PHOTO

Justin Xavier returned to the presidential suite, pulled off the tie around his neck, and casually tossed it onto the big bed. He took out his phone and opened WeChat.

Sure enough, it was empty; she hadn’t sent him any more messages.

Justin Xavier curled his thin lips into a smirk. Truly, she was a heartless little bastard.

His long fingers moved slightly as he sent a message over.

At that moment, Leah Thorne had just finished communicating with Director Wright about the first scene of tomorrow’s audition. Director Wright closed the script, "Very good, Leah. Keep up your current state. Go back and rest well; tomorrow’s audition requires you to wear a cheongsam."

Madame Goldie, the agent, laughed, "Don’t worry, Director Wright. This will be my Leah’s first appearance in a cheongsam. Tomorrow, let everyone experience the devastating beauty of my Leah. By then, we won’t even need promotional expenses for ’Fleeting Life’."

Anya, the leading lady, was already a stunning beauty. Leah’s charms could certainly hold their own; no one doubted that.

Director Wright gave an OK sign, and Madame Goldie took Leah away.

On the way back to the room, they happened to pass the fitting room. Madame Goldie said, "Leah, look, these are the cheongsams tailor-made for you."

Leah glanced up, "They’re very beautiful."

Madame Goldie looked with satisfaction at Leah’s curvaceous figure and whispered mysteriously, "Leah, should we invite President Xavier to watch your audition tomorrow?"

Parece que Justin Xavier hasn’t seen Leah... in a cheongsam.

Leah wearing a cheongsam would surely drive men wild, especially a bad man like Justin Xavier.

Leah looked at Madame Goldie, "Goldie, you’re not behaving, encouraging me to seduce the sponsor like that."

Madame Goldie was anxious. Looking at Davina Rowe’s coquettish appearance, she felt annoyed, "The actresses I’ve managed, even if they’re seducing a sponsor, mustn’t lose. Leah, will you seduce him or not?"

Leah refused, "No."

Madame Goldie, "..."

At this moment, a "ding" sound came from Leah’s WeChat. Madame Goldie playfully raised her eyebrows, "Is it from President Xavier?"

Leah took a look; indeed, it was from Justin Xavier, and he sent a simple message: "What are you doing?"

With a lazy yet arrogant tone.

Leah nodded, "Yes, it’s him."

Madame Goldie immediately and diligently swiped the room card and pushed Leah inside, "Then have a good chat with President Xavier."

Leah, "Goldie, I seriously suspect whether President Xavier is the sponsor of Davina Rowe or your sponsor?"

"..." Sponsor, please stop joking!

Madame Goldie directly closed the room door.

Leah walked in, took off her shoes, and walked barefoot on the plush wool carpet. Her satin-like hair draped down as she replied with two particularly sassy words, "Anything?"

Far away, Justin Xavier stood tall and elegant in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, waiting for Leah’s reply.

So, he waited and received those two words, "Anything?"

Clearly, it was just two simple words, but Justin Xavier read them several times. After a few seconds, he casually swallowed and let out a low and teasing laugh, "Heh."

He was truly amused.

His tongue pressed against his handsome right cheek as he replied, "Already so impatient with me that you can’t even be bothered to put on an act? How about this, I’ll have someone pause the filming of ’Fleeting Life’."

A few minutes later, Leah replied, "President Xavier, why are you so angry? I was just worried you’d get tired and wanted you to rest early~"

Leah even added a "smile" emoji at the end.

Justin Xavier looked at her as if she was "reluctantly on duty," and he got even more frustrated, "You know I’m tired, yet you don’t know what I want? The reason I’m reaching out at night is to find some entertainment."

Leah saw his reply and couldn’t help but curse him as a "beast." Justin Xavier was very different from other men. When other men were exhausted, they’d happily crash out; when he’s tired, he needs a woman and expects her to entertain him.

Justin Xavier and Hayden Crawford grew up practically inseparable. Hayden thrived in the nightlife yet never lost his way, whereas Justin Xavier indulged in the extreme luxury of high society, savoring the temptations brought by power, status, and wealth, along with women’s eager to please. He was never a good man.

Now he’s made it clear, wanting to find some fun with her.

Leah hadn’t replied yet when "ding," another WeChat message came from him: "Video call with me."

He wanted to video call her.

Leah couldn’t agree because late at night, some things, once started, are endless. He is a greedy man who is likely to make her do something daring on the video call.

Leah replied, "I’m not in a convenient situation now."

On the other end, Justin Xavier softly hummed, knowing she would refuse.

But that’s what’s interesting about women; too easily won over is boring.

He’s been fond of her for so many years. Now that the window paper has been broken, it’s a qualitative leap.

However, Justin Xavier was also frustrated. So many beauties around him are eager to fall into his arms, and she’s the only one keeping up appearances, constantly rejecting.

But she has the capital, and it’s all because he gave her that capital, which makes him desire her more fiercely.

Justin Xavier took out a cigarette, his tall and well-built back arching sexily, lighting the cigarette with one hand cupping the wind. He furrowed his strong brows, took a deep drag, and replied, "Send me a photo to indulge myself."

He used the words "indulge myself," fully exploiting the essence of the Chinese language.

This time, Leah cooperated very much, "President Xavier, should I send a... cool photo?"

Justin Xavier, more intriguing than no clothes photo?

Leah... Not without clothes, but cool ones, do you want it, President Xavier?

Justin Xavier’s mouth was honest, "Yes! Hurry up!"

Soon, there was a "ding," and Leah’s "cool" photo came through.

Justin Xavier, with the cigarette between his fingers, slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth. Opening the photo, it was a summer scene of the sea.

Leah, "President Xavier, there’s water; isn’t it cool enough?"

Justin Xavier, "..."

His handsome face fell amidst the circling smoke. He didn’t appreciate such jokes, seriously disliked them, and she had crossed his line.

Brat, he wished he could fly back immediately and grab her for a good lesson.

Justin Xavier tossed the phone into the soft large bed, finished the rest half of the cigarette with one hand in his pocket, and came to the bed picking up his phone to dial her number.

But very quickly, the mechanical and cold female voice came over, "Sorry, the phone you dialed is turned off."

She turned off her phone.

Damn it!