Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 90: Chapter 90

Olivia said, "Starting today, I'll be managing your shoot. You don't need to keep up with the others. I've also revised the script—take another look."
She handed Chloe the trimmed-down version of the script. This new script was tailored to match Chloe's pace, just enough to keep her busy for the next seven days.
"It's already lunchtime," Olivia added. "Let's eat first, and then you can read the script. There's no rush." She went off and brought back their lunch.
Chloe wrinkled her nose in disgust. "This stuff? I wouldn't even feed it to a dog. I'm not eating that."
Olivia didn't get upset and just played along. "Alright then, I'll order something from a fancy restaurant."
After placing the order, she texted Dylan and asked him to reimburse her at ten times the price. The extra money was what she got in return for putting up with all of it.
Dylan wasn't stingy. He transferred 30 thousand dollars to her right away.
During the shoot, every time Chloe stirred up trouble, Olivia would hit up Dylan for emotional damage compensation.
Because Olivia was on set, Chloe never noticed anything unusual about the split filming. Olivia kept her distracted, giving her no chance to realize what they were shooting with another actress.
The week passed smoothly. On the final day of filming, everyone was in high spirits.
Chloe purposely called Dylan, asking him to pick her up. Dylan, not wanting to be photographed, didn't come himself. Instead, he sent Ivan with his Rolls-Royce Phantom to the set to pick her up.
The moment the car arrived, it instantly became the center of attention. Everyone looked on with envy.
Basking in all the jealous stares, Chloe strutted over to the car with her head held high. As she passed by Olivia, she shot her a smug, challenging look.
Ivan got out and opened the door for Chloe, revealing a bouquet of red roses on the back seat.
He said, "Mr. Wilson is tied up with work and couldn't come in person. He asked me to bring you these flowers as an apology. He said he'll make it up to you with dinner tonight."
Chloe's face lit up with joy. She took the flowers and hugged them to her chest. "He's too much," she said, smiling coyly. "We've been together for years, and he's still pulling these stunts..."
A girl in the crew asked curiously, "Chloe, are you married? Is this your husband's car? Did he send you the flowers too?"
Chloe blushed and said shyly, "Yes, they're from my husband. I told him not to make such a big deal out of it, but he just wouldn't listen. What am I supposed to do with him?"
The girl hesitated and asked, "But didn't the news a while back say... What was that all about?"
Chloe smiled. "Just gossip. My husband and I have been together since we were sixteen."
The girl continued, "Then why didn't you clear things up?"
Chloe sighed. "I was worried that if I explained, people would dig into my husband's personal life. He's just an ordinary guy—I didn't want to drag him into this mess. I'd rather take the heat myself."
People around started whispering among themselves.
"Oh wow, so that's the real story? Chloe is amazing. To protect her husband, she's been enduring harsh criticism without offering any explanation."
"But why would that foreign billionaire lie?"
"Rich people lie all the time. Maybe he had a crush on Chloe but got rejected, so he tried to ruin her reputation."
"I'm so jealous of Chloe. Her husband's rich and loves her."
"Chloe and her husband have been together since they were sixteen, and they're still so in love. That's just too sweet—I believe in love again."
Chloe smiled, deeply satisfied with the attention and admiration.
Just then, a Jeep came roaring onto the set and slammed into the back of the Rolls-Royce, crushing the rear end. Then a handsome, confident man jumped out of the Jeep.
Olivia's scalp tingled the second she saw him. Her first instinct was to duck and hide. 'Damn it. Why is he here? What's he going to do?' she thought.
Damn it, this jerk! Please don't mess with me!