Spoiled By My Bossy CEO Husband novel Chapter 144

Because she was too tired of being tortured by Ralph Chapman, after being sent to the hotel by Connie Houghton, Lottie Green fell asleep on the bed.

She slept until the next morning.

At seven o'clock in the morning, there was a knock on the door of the crew. “Ms. Green, it's time to get up and get ready to shoot."

Only then did Lottie Green yawn and slowly walk out of the door.

The crew arranged breakfast in the lobby on the first floor of the hotel.

When Lottie Green arrived at the restaurant, everyone was there.

Yoyo and Lorry sat together, while Alfred Barton sat in the distance, eating and looking at his mobile phone, with a smile occasionally on his lips.

Needless to say, Lottie Green knew that this man was definitely sending a message to Stella.

So she followed Alfred Barton's example and found a corner to sit down. While eating, she clicked on the chat box between Elijah Chapman and Fabian Chapman.

"Mommy, Daddy made breakfast for us."

As soon as she sent the message, Fabian Chapman began to complain, "Daddy's not good at cooking."

"But even if it's not delicious, I gave him some face."

"Brother didn't give him any face. He didn't eat a single bite. I even told my dad that only pigs can eat such breakfast."

"Hey? No, Mommy, is Brother scolding me?"

Lottie Green was overjoyed. "If I were you, I would have fought with Elijah Chapman."

Two minutes later, Fabian Chapman sent a message again. "It's over. I was taught a lesson by my brother."

"Woo, so miserable!"

She didn't know why, but when she saw the news of Fabian Chapman's complaining, Lottie Green also felt happy.

"I'll make you something delicious when I get back!"

"Okay, mommy, I'll wait for you!"

Lottie Green chuckled. Just as she was about to put down her phone, she received a message from Elijah Chapman.

"You've been deceived."

The young man's message was as precious as his words. "He wasn't beaten at all."

Lottie Green shrugged helplessly and smiled. "It doesn't matter. Anyway, I'm going to cook delicious food for you."

"Yes."

Elijah Chapman was so mature that he didn't look like a five-year-old child. "Come on, filming."

"If you encounter something unhappy, you can tell me. Maybe it can help you."

"I've promised Stella Barton that she'll only disturb her uncle for the time being. She won't disturb you."

"If you need it, I can help you deal with Fabian Chapman."

Lottie Green, "..."

"No need."

She always had the illusion that she was talking to an elder while talking to Elijah Chapman. "Mommy is going to work."

"Well, I'm going to work too."

"You want to work?"

"Yes, take care of Fabian Chapman and Stella."

After that, he sent a helpless emoji to Lottie Green. "Stella Barton really doesn't treat herself as an outsider."

"Tsk. As the heroine, she can be so happy on the first day of filming."

As soon as Lottie Green put down her phone, Lorry, who was in the distance, began to ridicule her again. "A villain gets what he wants. He's so proud that he can forget himself!"

Lottie Green didn't want to argue with her, so she turned around and continued eating. After that, she followed Alfred Barton to the set.

According to the original shooting arrangement, she and Alfred Barton had two kissing scenes this morning.

Lottie Green took a look at the time. It was about half past ten in the morning when they were filming a kissing scene.

Yesterday, when she was with Ralph Chapman, she seemed to have heard him and Sean Holland say that there was an important meeting at 10 o'clock this morning, which would last for more than an hour.

Sitting on the chair, she counted with her fingers.

At ten o'clock, Ralph Chapman would hold a meeting. Even if the time of the meeting was compressed again, the meeting for more than an hour would be compressed to half an hour at most.

The distance between Chapman Group and the filming site was also an hour's drive.

That was to say, if Ralph Chapman held this meeting, he would definitely not be able to catch up with the kiss today.

Was she going to bid with Alfred Barton?