Savage Love On His Wheelchair

“Who are you?” Rosemary asked, standing up and looking at the man in front of her.

“Hi, my name's Adrian Torres. I've just seen you...” Adrian Torres looked at Rosemary and said nothing more.

“Is there something wrong with you?” Said Adrian Torres. “Speak up and see if | can help you.” Rosemary thought that since the director wasn't here right now, maybe this guy could help.

“My friend's father was in an accident and she has to go back. | wonder if you know where | can get a car.” Rosemary looked nervously at Adrian Torres, hoping he would tell her there was a car.

Adrian Torres looked down and thought for a moment. “Is your friend very important to you?” he asked.

Rosemary nodded and said, “She's the best person in the world to me next to my dad!” “I'm not sure where | can get a ride back to Cornshire.” Rosemary's feet went limp when she heard him say that. She could barely stand.

Adrian Torres quickly stepped forward to grab her, frowning. “If your friend doesn’t mind, | can have my assistant take her home,” he said.

“Are you sure?” “Tina won't mind. We're just looking for a car to take her back.” “Thank you,” said Rosemary. “I'll invite you to dinner when we get back to Cornshire.” Adrian Torres smiled. “You're welcome!” “Well, you tell your friend to go down the hill, and I'll have my assistant pull up to the door and wait for her.” Said Adrian Torres, pulling out his cell phone.

“Okay, thank you!” With that, Rosemary hurried to the mountain to call Tina.

Tina was still sitting there crying. When Rosemary came up, she looked up and asked, “Did the director refuse to send me a car?” “The director’s out surveying the shoot, but | found you a car. Now you hurry down the hill, the car is waiting for you at the door.” Rosemary pulled Tina up and took all the money out of her bag and gave it to her.

“Rosemary, | can't take your money!” Tina hurried to return the money to Rosemary.

Rosemary took her hand and said, “You can take the money first. If you don't need it, you can give it back to me.” Tina held the money tightly in her hand. In her eyes, it was not just money, but their unbreakable friendship.

See her still standing there, Rosemary hurriedly said, “Go! The car is waiting downstairs.” “Well, you need to be careful out here alone, okay?” “Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself.” Tina looked at Rosemary, took the bag and quickly ran down the hill.

Looking at Tina's thin figure, Rosemary decided to pull out her cell phone and call Nathaniel.

Nathaniel had just finished filming and was leaving work when his cell phone rang. The smile on his lips widened as he saw the number.

“Rosemary, are you there yet?” Nathaniel's cheerful laugh was mesmerizing.

“Yes. Nathaniel, are you available now?” Rosemary asked in a slightly hoarse voice.

When Nathaniel heard something in Rosemary's tone, he put his sarcastic attitude aside and said, “Yes, what's wrong?” “Tina's father has just been in a car accident and is in the hospital. Could you please go there for me first and let me know what happens?” Rosemary pleaded.

“Don't worry. I'll be right there. I'll let you know if there's anything wrong.” Nathaniel soothed her.

Rosemary knew Tina's family was not very rich, and now her father had an accident, there was certainly not much money in their hands. And the money she just gave her was just a drop in the bucket.

“Nathaniel, no matter how much it costs, let the doctor do his best and don’t worry about money.” Rosemary clutched her cell phone tightly, her mind racing with thoughts of her mother in the hospital.

Nathaniel didn’t know that Rosemary’s mother had died in a car accident. He just thought she was on good terms with Tina and was trying to help her.

“You can count on me. I'll take care of everything. Don’t worry. | gotta go!” Nathaniel said that, hung up the phone, and was about to get in the car when he thought of something.

Nathaniel called Vincent Meyer on his cell phone. The phone rang for a while before it was picked up.

“I'm in a meeting right now. I'll talk to you later.” Vincent said coldly.

There were two projects recently, and the project manager had not made a satisfactory plan. Vincent Meyer was in a bad mood at the moment.

Nathaniel ignored him and said, “Tina's father was in a car accident, and he’s in the operating room, and it's an emergency, so...” “Text me the address, now!” Vincent Meyer hung up the phone, picked up his coat from his chair and strode out! Everyone in the meeting room was scared and they had no idea what was going on. They had never seen their boss as nervous as he was today.

Nathaniel's face lit up with triumph. He said he didn't care, now | wanted to see what he had to say.

Aaron Becker saw his boss's sly smile and touched his neck. He was glad it was still there. It seemed that he should be more careful about what he said in the future, or he would be cheated by the Boss sooner or later.

Nathaniel opened the door and got into the car. Aaron Becker asked carefully, “Boss, are we still going to the hospital?” “What are we going to do there? Aren't you afraid my big Brother will kick us out?” Nathaniel glanced at Aaron Becker.

“Ok.” Aaron Becker immediately shut up. He could not offend them. Each of them was more difficult to deal with than the last.

Cecilia Hill lay in her tent reading the news, her face shifting with the content on her tablet.

The director just came back from outside, and Jay told him that Cecilia Hill had forcibly occupied Rosemary's tent, so he went outside Cecilia Hill's tent in anger.

“You, go get Cecilia Hill for me!” The director shouted, pointing at Cecilia Hill's assistant.

Not knowing what was going on, the assistant hurried in and called Cecilia Hill out.

“What made you so angry, director?” Cecilia Hill laughed as she walked out of the tent.

When the director saw Cecilia Hill's arrogant face, he said angrily, “Get out of this tent and give it back to Miss Harris.” Cecilia Hill's smile disappeared when she heard it was about the tent. “Director, | am a popular a-list actress, why am | less than a rookie in your eyes?” The director was not a fool. Not to mention the relationship between the people in the company and Rosemary, just because she was The Young Mrs. Grant, no one in Cornshire dared to offend her, unless you did not want to live.

“Cecilia, do you know who she is?” The director asked, looking at Cecilia Hill.

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