The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley)

Paisley had just stepped outside the tent when a tall figure loomed over her. She looked up and met Dominick's reproachful gaze. What was this damned man's problem now? Paisley stepped back, creating some distance, and raised an eyebrow impatiently. "What are you doing here?"

Hearing the sharp tone in her voice, Dominick felt a pang in his chest. Couldn't she talk to him nicely for once?

"I should be asking you that, Paisley," Dominick said, lifting his arm and pointing at the luxurious catering trucks. "I prepared dinner for you. Why didn't you eat it?"

"You prepared this?" Paisley looked in surprise at the food trucks and then at Sam. "Wasn't it supposed to be him treating us?"

"What do you think?" The bodyguard who stayed at the hospital told Dominick that Paisley had left the hospital before dark and gone to the set for work.

He was worried that she might not have time to eat while working, so he arranged for these food trucks. Although it was under the guise of treating the entire crew, his real intention was simply to make sure Paisley had something good to eat.

He had even turned down social events after work and came directly to the set. But when he arrived, he was eating the food he had prepared, except for Paisley, who wasn't there.

At this

point, Sam was also confused. He looked at the luxury food trucks and then at his agent, whose face was already very displeased. In the end, he turned his gaze to the little assistant urgently heading toward them with a cart full of snacks. The assistant had no idea what was going on and was focused on delivering the snacks. But as soon as he arrived at the studio entrance, he saw everyone from the crew gathered around, all in a bustle.

The assistant immediately spotted Sam and the agent with unhappy faces, and

in a panic. He wondered, could it be that they were upset about him returning late?

But it wasn't his fault. With

so many people in the crew, it would take a while to prepare one portion for each person. Plus, the shop could hardly keep up, so he had ordered from

three different places to get it all ready in time.

Surrounded by so many people, the assistant was so focused on Sam's expression that he didn't notice much else.

Fearing that the big star might get upset, the assistant quickly pushed the cart over,

forced a smile, and shouted as loudly as Fearing

that the big star might get upset the si he could, "Here! Everyone gets a share! Sam

is treating us to snacks!"

After the assistant called out, he realized it had gone completely silent around him, and no one came to get their snack.

What was going on? The assistant felt uneasy, not knowing what had happened.

Seeing Gary, a few assistant directors, and Paisley outside, he smiled and walked over. "Gary, assistant directors, Ms. Vaires, here! Samuel Salter's treating you, don't be shy."

As the assistant spoke, his heart was racing. He knew Gary

was a renowned director, and even the assistant directors by his side were well-

known in the industry. Who would want to have cheap snacks?

What bothered him most was that he had to say his full name "Samuel Salter". This was a requirement from Sam and his agent. According to them, it was a way to deepen others' impressions of Sam. He had no choice but to put up with

Gary looked at the cheap snacks and then at the assistant's flattering expression, but in the end, he accepted a cup. He felt

bad for the assistant.

When the assistant directors saw Gary take one, they didn't want to be difficult, so they thanked him and took their snacks.

The assistant walked over to Paisley,

ready to speak, when he suddenly noticed a man who looked like a model standing across from Paisley. Dominick was frowning, looking at Paisley with an unhappy expression. Noticing the assistant's arrival, he shot him a cold, piercing glance.

The assistant immediately froze, almost dropping the snacks, and quickly took a step back. He then noticed that, at some point, several luxury food trucks had appeared outside the set.noveldrama

The trucks were filled with all sorts of delicious food, all of which were expensive and out of reach for someone like him. While he stared at the food, Sam suddenly yanked him over, "Where are the snacks I asked you to prepare?"

The assistant pointed to the cart. "They're over there."

As soon as Sam heard that, his face turned green. He pointed at them and exclaimed, "Why did you buy these cheap- looking snacks?"

The assistant thought, 'Because you're stingy and you know it! Damn it. It'll be dinner time soon, and you want to treat people to snacks? You just want to spend the least amount of money for a good reputation!'

But he could never say these things out loud.

"So, these food trucks weren't

arranged by you?" The agent asked

coldly. At this point, she felt like

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dying. Especially after seeing the assistant shaking his head

cluelessly, she wanted to just drop

dead right there.

The assistant looked at the food trucks and said honestly, "I don't have the ability to arrange these. Sam only asked me to get snacks, nothing else. Sam-" "Enough!" The agent sharply interrupted the assistant.

At that moment, just hearing Sam's name felt like a curse, and everyone around was growing frustrated. The rest of the crew members now understood what was going on. These food trucks

weren't for Sam to treat them, but were arranged by Dominick as a favor to Nion. Sam didn't even bother to check before he took the credit for it.

And now, his cheap-

looking snacks simply looked pathetic, especially when compared with the luxurious food trucks Dominick ordered. There were all sorts of drinks and even a bartender.

In fact, what everyone was mocking wasn't Sam's cheap-

looking snacks but his shamelessness. The gossip and ridicule clearly reached Sam and his manager's ears.

The manager didn't dare to waste a second and immediately retracted the photos they had just posted.

Sam's face turned ashen, and hen et

was even more nervous. By now, he already knew Dominick's identity through his manager.

At this moment, he didn't even dare to look in Paisley and Dominick's direction, feeling like a clown whose true identity had been exposed. He stood there helpless, unsure whether to stay or leave. "M-Mr. Vanderbilt, I'm sorry, this is all a misunderstanding. We didn't know." The manager gathered her