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Oliver sneered and ignored Rose.

I became angry because of Rose’s ignorance. Anyway, I am about to resign and fearlessly, "Since you don’t want to talk privately, then I’ll say it now, Rose, I hope you are professional."

Rose was humiliated again, even by a small employee, she couldn't help but yelled, "Are you saying I'm unprofessional? I'm a professional model! And you? You're just an intern! Who are you to criticize me?!"

Rose refused to talk to me anymore and even pushed me away from blocking her.

The anger I had been holding back finally broke out. I grabbed Rose's clothes and forced Rose to look at me.

“I hope you understand one thing – you were chosen by me, so I can fire you anytime, you a “professional” model!”

Rose was scolded by me in public and suddenly started acting and crying. "How am I unprofessional! It’s so cold today and I’ve been shooting persistently. How could you do this to me! I’m done!"

Rose left directly, making me a little confused. I looked awkwardly in Oliver's direction. Oliver was looking at me thoughtfully and then chuckled slightly.

The director frowned when he saw this scene: "Judy, I have to remind you about one thing, if Lucas doesn't finish his photoshoot today, not only will we not have a magazine model for our next case, we would even have to compensate him substantially!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I will fix it." I bowed and apologized to them, everyone shook their heads, saying that there was nothing, and then went to rest.

I took the ipad with the model information to Oliver and the director's lounge.

"Mr. Oliver, I'm sorry to have delayed you so long because of the unprofessional model. I look at these new models and choose the one you think is suitable."

Oliver raised his eyebrows: "Really let me choose? I can choose anyone?"

When I heard Oliver's words, I relaxed, fortunately, he was not angry, "Yes. As long as you are satisfied, I can immediately ask her to come over to take part in the shooting."

Oliver took the iPad from me, but he threw it aside without even looking at it.

Oliver reached out and unbuttoned the button on my chest.

I looked at him in surprise, patted his hand, and stepped back, "What are you doing?!"

Oliver smiled, he stood up and approached me, " Isn't it okay to choose anyone? I think you are good, but I need to check the goods first."

Oliver unbuttoned all my buttons slowly, then gently took off my clothes. Then he hugged me, reached behind my back, and slowly reached his hands to the zipper of my skirt. I felt that I had been offended, so I slapped Oliver in the face.

The director looked at me in panic, "Oh! Goodness!"

Oliver didn't say anything, touched his face and smiled. "It's okay, it's my fault. I'm so rude."

I looked at Oliver angrily, "If you want to see my body, tell me next time, I can show it to you."

Oliver turned to look at the director, with palm prints on his face. "You see this, director? This is what a real queen should be like."

The director saw that Oliver was not angry, and said in a flattering tone: "Yeah! I didn't expect Miss Judy to have such a great figure! Go Judy! Let's try shooting right away."

Before I could refuse, I was arranged by the director. A group of costume artists, stylists and makeup artists surrounded me. Soon, I changed from a professional girl to an ancient sexy queen. Looking at myself in the mirror, I am a little proud. This is my own work. If I can participate in it, I feel really great.

However, this is the first time I have worked with a star like Oliver, and it is inevitable that I feel a little nervous. Just when I was standing nervously on the set and feeling at a loss, Oliver walked past me and he spoke softly in my ear. "You drove the model away to take her place, didn’t you? You might do even worse than her!"

Because of Oliver's provocation, I suddenly became very confident. I believe that no one can understand my work better than me, and I can interpret it more perfectly.

I smiled, and raised Oliver's chin with my finger: "Try it and see if you can?"

Oliver looked down at my fingers. He liked the feeling, "Oh, well. Okay, let me see what you have."

The lights dim and give way to a flirtatious vibe. I grab the cosmetic by my side and smear it. Immediately, Oliver drops to his knees and kneels by my skirt. I stroke his head, like he’s my pet .