Married a Secret Billionaire novel Chapter 380

Cordelia said nothing with a smile.

Mona looked frantic.

Trinity Lulham was a famous director in the business. Most of the films that she had directed won international awards. Not only was she doing well in the local entertainment industry, but she was also making a name for herself in the international film scene.

Those in the entertainment industry wanted to get into Trinity’s production.

Mona was no exception.

It was just that Trinity was known to be a prodigy, and talented people were usually eccentric and prideful, so she had no regard for an influencer like Mona.

Now, however…

“D-Did you really call Trinity Lulham just now?”

“That’s right.” Mr. Smith glanced at Mona. “Ms. Lulham has a new film recently starring Neil. Ms. Cordelia’s been in contact with her.”

Mona was instantly regretful.

“M-Ms. Cordelia…” She looked at Cordelia. “Will Ms. Lulham go on this show too? But I heard that she’s never been on variety shows!”

Cordelia just kept smiling without saying anything.

“It’s just a regular variety show!” Mona huffed.

Cordelia pressed her lips together before saying, “It’s fine. Our company’s priority is always to respect the artist’s choice.

“Mona, I'll get someone else since you don’t want to go on this show. Or I’ll just pay the penalty! It’s a big sum, but it’s nothing to Madam Baker! Nothing is more important than keeping our artists happy!”

“Wait!” Mona stopped her.

Trinity was on the show. Even if she just made an appearance to leave an impression, she would not mind if she was given the opportunity to just be a side character in the future!

Cordelia turned back and asked with a smile, “Anything else?”

“I…” Mona bit her lips. “I’ll go on this show!”

“Sure?”

Cordelia smiled mysteriously. “We’ll know when Mona comes back!”

Mr. Smith more or less had a guess already.

“Ah, it’s been a whole morning. I’m kind of hungry!”

Cordelia stretched from working all morning and suddenly missed Helen’s home-cooked meals, so she called her excitedly.

Just as she grabbed her phone, she received a text. There was no name, and it was still an anonymous number. The message was still weird.

[How have you been doing? I miss you so much.]

Cordelia’s heart dropped as her brows knitted together. Chills crept up her back.

…

A black Maybach was parked across Imperial Media’s building for a long time already.