Chapter 839 Boss, Please (2)

After searching for a long time without getting any news, Consuela focused his attention on the friends that Consuela knew.

The first one who started to suspect was Debbie, who was trying to recite the lines. When her phone was connected, she almost exploded, "It's so noisy. Why don't you let me recite the lines at ease?"

Baron, who was reading a magazine aside, got up knowingly and answered the phone, "Hello?"

There was a touch of calm and hoarse in his voice. Without being stunned, Richie said, "Give the phone to Debbie."

"What do you mean by calling me now?" Baron opened his eyes and took a look at the woman who was raging not far away. "Richie, go straight to the point. I will tell her everything."

"I've heard her voice. It's useless to pretend anymore. Give her the phone."

"I really don't mean to disobey you. It's just that Debbie is very angry now and might not want to answer the phone."

Debbie said timely, "Can you stop disturbing me? Do you know how difficult it is to recite these lines? Can you understand me, a new comer?"

But the voice was so penetrating that it was unforgettable. Richie pressed his temples and said, "It seems that I'm disturbing you."

Then he hung up the phone.

Without thinking too much, Baron put the phone aside and said, "Come here and have some water. You have been reading for such a long time, and your throat will not stand it."

The woman, who was reading the script hard, gritted her teeth and said, "Do you look down upon me? Do you think that I can't recite these after so long?"

What kind of inexplicable thought it was!

Baron looked at the woman in a daze and said helplessly, "How can you be so unreasonable?"

She was making trouble out of nothing?

The anger on Debbie's face had been completely replaced by unhappiness. "You are making trouble out of nothing! All the

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When she gave it to Baron, the man touched her head like touching a cat, "Good, keep it."

Debbie always felt a little stomachache. She gritted her teeth and changed her face. With a cautious smile on her face, she asked, "If I keep doing this, when can you tell me the skills?"

She didn't want to do anything that would end up with nothing.

"Well, when I'm in a good mood. No, I'll tell you when you finish cooking the lunch." In the middle of his words, he saw that there was something wrong with her face, so he immediately changed his words.

Debbie stood up and looked at the clock on the wall. It was still a little long before lunch. She was not in a hurry now, which meant that she had to serve him for a while.

But she hadn't memorized much of the script yet, so she had to waste her time on this disrespectful man.

The more she thought about it, the more upset she felt.

"Can you teach me something else first?" For example, some basic skills.

Her desire to know was so strong that Baron frowned and asked, "Are you in such a hurry?"

Debbie chuckled. It seemed that his meaning was a little softened. "I'm not in a hurry. I just feel that without any motivation to hold on, I will be a little restless."