"The director said to follow his lead," the photographer urged, "Quickly fix the makeup, we need to finish shooting this scene before nine o’clock." Sean Dalton was completely speechless! Was Anton Miller doing this on purpose? Does he really hate her that much?! Fans are still shipping this couple online! Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on Nove1Fire.net Outside, on the freshly decorated wedding lawn, the director continued to nitpick, "The balloon colors don’t match here, switch to a lighter shade!" "Move this flower arrangement!" "Shift these guest chairs a bit to the right, the red carpet isn’t wide enough!" The staff followed his instructions, each busy handling the final details. Anton Ford, dressed in a white suit, stood in a secluded spot, deliberately avoiding the cameras, making a phone call. The person on the other end told him, "Anton, the recording studio has been empty for four days." Mia Lane hasn’t been there for four days... Is her foot injury that serious? Doesn’t Justin Kingston take her to see a doctor? Anton Ford was deeply worried, yet powerless, only able to fret here, feeling distracted. Kingston Group, employee cafeteria on the ground floor, the setting here rivals a five-star restaurant. Italian-style decor, a full range of dishes. Uniform small booths, tall green plants everywhere. Barbara Sutton turned around with her tray and saw Finn Morgan approaching. She instinctively halted, their gazes meeting. "Sit over there," Finn Morgan stopped in front of her and pointed to a spot, "I have something to discuss with you; I’ll be going out shortly and won’t have time to talk then." Barbara Sutton walked past him and sat at the specified spot. She smoothed her hair, adjusted her clothes, feeling a bit nervous and slightly expectant; happiness always comes so unexpectedly. She felt her heartbeat clearly speeding up. After a short while, Finn Morgan came over with his tray and sat down calmly across from her. Finn Morgan is quite tall, not lacking in looks, always giving off a handsome vibe; under the lighting, his delicate features are very captivating. Finn Morgan picked up his chopsticks, "Let’s eat and chat, don’t just sit there," noticing her nervousness, he acted very easygoing. "Okay." Barbara Sutton also picked up her chopsticks, trying hard to control her erratic heartbeat. Despite being a company cafeteria, the dishes were plentiful and exquisite, making them very appetizing. She ate particularly ladylike, afraid to leave him with a bad impression. "I just spoke with the development department in Mirewood; there’s an urgent situation that requires me to go over, so you might not find me today or tomorrow," Finn Morgan told her, "For urgent matters, take them directly to CEO Kingston to sign off; for non-urgent ones, leave them in my drawer, he’s also quite busy, try not to bother him." "Okay." She noted down attentively. Special Assistant Morgan was leaving, and she couldn’t help feeling a bit unhappy, but she had to pretend otherwise. After finishing their chat, they continued eating together. Nearby, female employees observed the scene in surprise, with some feeling envious and whispering among themselves. "President Usher has left, why hasn’t Barbara Sutton gone yet?" "I heard she’s now the assistant of Special Assistant Morgan, working directly with him." "They seem pretty close, eating together ." "Exactly, Special Assistant Morgan usually eats by himself, nobody dares to get close, we all admire him from afar." "After CEO Kingston’s wedding, many girls have turned their attention to Special Assistant Morgan; it seems someone is going to snatch him up?" "No, no, no, I actually think Special Assistant Morgan might not fancy her." "I feel the same, he might not fancy her," a female employee shook her head, "It’s said Special Assistant Morgan is a rich second-generation, his family is wealthy; he’s only out here experiencing life."