The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley)

Paisley didn't argue with them. Her upbringing and character didn't allow her to waste time on people like that. She dodged Sam's outstretched hand and coldly refused again, "Thank you, but really, I'm fine." Seeing that Paisley still wasn't moved, Sam grew tired of talking to her. "Tch, ungrateful." After saying that, he headed straight toward the food truck outside. The manager followed along after rolling her eyes subtly at Paisley. Sheela walked over to Paisley uneasily. "I'm so sorry." Paisley smiled at Sheela. "Why are you apologizing? It has nothing to do with you."

Seeing Sheela lingering by her side, Paisley asked, "Aren't you going over to eat with them?"

Sheela stared longingly at the delicious food, visibly gulping. "I need to lose weight."

Paisley glanced at her stick-thin figure. "You need to lose weight? You're already so skinny!"

"Yeah, but I need to get even thinner so I look better on camera."

Paisley understood. The entertainment industry had such harsh standards for women. But there was no other choice-

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Over by the food truck, Sam and the manager finally noticed how lavish the spread was after getting closer. They both silently cursed the assistant again in their hearts, but outwardly kept up their "gracious" personas. The manager even snapped several pictures of Sam by the food truck, planning to send them to an assistant for editing before posting online. Gary was surprised-

Sam, who had such a terrible attitude while filming, was suddenly so generous.

"Sam, thanks so much for treating us to this feast," Gary said politely.

Gary's comment triggered another round of gratitude from everyone present.

The manager, done posting pictures, approached Gary with just don't know how to appreciate kindness."

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"Caningful look toward Paisley. "What a shame. Some people

The manager's real intent was to use Gary to put Paisley down. Both she and Sam could tell that Paisley didn't like them.

However, when Gary looked

over at Paisley, his face showed a hint of unease. Did these two idiots somehow offend Nion? If Nion got upset, how were they supposed to continue filming?

But Sam and the manager didn't

notice Gary's complicated expression or what was going through his head. Sam was buoyed by all the praise. He started to feel a bit smug. "Don't be shy, everyone. Eat as much as you like. It's on me!"

"On you?" A cold male voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

Sam froze, turning around to meet a pair of equally cold eyes. The man towering over him forced Sam to look up just to meet his gaze. But it wasn't long before Sam was overwhelmed by the man's

intimidating aura, ing bey

stepping back and hiding behind his manager.

"Gary, who is this?" The manager, who had spent years navigating the entertainment industry, instantly recognized that this man wasn't ordinary. One look, and she could tell he was someone important.

Gary glanced at the man, startled, before respectfully addressing him, "Mr. Vanderbilt."

Dominick stood there, his cold eyes scanning the crowd gathered around the food truck he had arranged. Yet Paisley was nowhere in sight. And then, some clueless guy had the audacity to say he was treating everyone-

right in front of him. The food he prepared for Paisley had somehow become this guy's way of playing generous host.

"Where's Paisley?" he asked.

Why wasn't she eating? Had these people bullied her? Wasn't she quite feisty in front of him? So why couldn't she even manage to get a meal here?