My Sweet Wife

Sophie Sabastian soaked in the tub and closed her eyes when Leonardo Cooper’s cold features came to mind.

She tried desperately to think of Wilson and it still didn’t help, she couldn’t be crazy, could she?

Sophie Sabastian was having a breakdown, she was too sorry for Wilson the way she was!

In order to stop herself from thinking about Wilson, Sophie Sabastian asked the company for help the next day, and volunteered to go to a villa on the outskirts of the city to interview a popular actress, Zona, so that she could be away from the city center, and perhaps her mind could be quiet.

Sophie Sabastian was shocked by the luxurious villa in front of her.

It is said that this luxury villa is one of the top ten mansions in N City, the price is worth a large listed company, the daily rental cost is also very expensive, only the big theater group can afford to rent.

The master behind her carrying the camera even sucked in cold air: “No wonder everyone says Joy Media Company favors Zona exclusively, and actually comes to this kind of place to shoot a scene!”

Sophie Sabastian coughed, “Let’s go, go in.”

Zona should have just finished shooting a movie, lying in a lounge chair under the umbrella, her long legs are beautiful and eye-catching, her breasts are big and her waist is thin, next to her is an assistant fanning her.

Sophie Sabastian walked over and extended her hand, “Ms. Zona, I’m Sophie Sabastian from M TV.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Zona raised her eyelids and swept her a glance, hummed nonchalantly and twisted grapes from the plate and brought them to her mouth.

Sophie Sabastian wasn’t annoyed and naturally put her hand back, taking out the interview script and handing it to Zona, “Ms. Zona you should read the interview script first, if there’s no problem, can we start now?”

“Queenie.”

Zona called out and the assistant who was fanning her came over and took the interview script from Sophie Sabastian.

Only after turning a page, the assistant called Queenie called out, “I told you earlier that questions about your private life can’t be asked, it will have a bad influence on Ms. Zona, don’t you know?”

Sophie Sabastian: “…”

No. How can asking what you like to eat on a regular basis cause any repercussions?

“Yes, I’ll cross it out.” Sophie Sabastian smiles, takes a pen and crosses that one out.

“And this one, no!”

“Not this one either! Cross it out now!”

Sophie Sabastian realized that Queenie was deliberately nitpicking, some questions about food and clothing, and it was also an interview that had been shown to them earlier and had been approved, but now it was criticized for being useless, this was just like deliberately picking a fight.

Sophie Sabastian couldn’t hold her tongue and said, “Ms. Queenie, don’t you like fish a lot?”

Queenie gave her a blank look, “Yes, do you have a problem with it?”

“No.” Sophie Sabastian kept a smile on her face and her voice was soft, “I see you’re quite good at picking holes.”

The two photographers in the back couldn’t help but lower their heads and laugh.

Queenie exploded with anger and glared fiercely at Sophie Sabastian, “What do you mean, are you saying that I’m deliberately picking on your thorns? If the interview has an effect on our Zona sister, you’ll be responsible for it, huh?”

Zona finally finished a plate of grapes and yawned, “I’m a bit sleepy after shooting, I’ll take a nap first, let’s postpone the interview for half an hour, just hurry up then.”

After Zona finished speaking, she picked up her sunglasses and put them on, leaning back in her chair and faking a nap.

And Queenie glared gloatingly at Sophie Sabastian and continued to get a fan to fan Zona.

The cameraman at the back whispered in exasperation, “This is too much, Sophie let’s go, it’s not your fault anyway, just go back and tell the station manager straight!”

Sophie Sabastian waved her hand, “No way!”

Let’s not mention how important this interview is, this is the next job she initiated, wouldn’t she be slapping herself in the face if she doesn’t do a good job!

“You guys put the equipment here and I’ll watch, you guys go out and have something to eat, drink some water or something, and take a break from the heat.”

It seemed to be hot, the two photographers didn’t want to stay here much and quickly went out, Sophie Sabastian moved a chair over and fanned herself with her manuscript, and every now and then she went to look at her wristwatch.

Outside the villa, a business limousine came from a distance and parked at the door.

The assistant gets out and goes to pull open the backseat door.

The man in a straight suit bent over and came out of the car, raised his hand to straighten his cufflinks, and took a step toward the villa.