Sweet Sexy Lover

Chapter 13 Mr. Enrique, You Are So Naughty

After finishing talking, Juana looked at Christy and sighed, "If I knew that you would have to cooperate

with Sheryl Wagner, I would not ask you to come to our crew. There was no need to slap you with real

action. She must do it on purpose. I can’t stand it! I must scold her in the comment area of her Weibo

account, and reveal her vicious character. Then her fans can know that how disgusting she is as the

so-called goddess they worship."

Christy looked at Juana and shook her head with smile, "No, please don’t do that. It doesn’t matter. It’s

a good deal to earn 200 by getting slaps twice. Thank you for asking me to take this job, otherwise, I

have no chance to perform in the TV drama or earn any money."

Juana rolled her eyes, "Christy, how could you be so addicted to making money? OK, just let it be. I'll

take you to the finance department of the crew to get the part-time salary. You must get the payment for

the slaps."

After walking a few steps, Juana said with anger again, "Damn it! I must scold her in the comment area

of her Weibo account with sharp words."

"Juana, I know you are good to me. But I’m fine. Let it be, OK?"

As they talked with each other while walking, they did not find that there was a high-end Dartz SUV

parked not far behind them.

"Mr. Enrique, it happens that Christy is an extra in this crew. She has gone so far. Shall I call her back?"

Clifton asked Enrique in the car.

"Go!" Enrique, who was sitting on the back seat, responded him coldly.

Clifton responded and got out of the car immediately. When he was about to walk over to call Christy

back, Enrique talked to him again.

"Go to ask the producer, director and scriptwriter to come here."

Clifton stopped immediately and then turned back, "Mr. Enrique, you are so naughty. Why don’t you

give me the instruction completely? I thought that you asked me to call Christy back just now. OK,

please wait a minute. I will go to ask the producer, director and scriptwriter to come here right now."

"Enrique, do you know those two girls?" The man who was talking also had the perfect appearance that

made women addicted. It sounded a little lazy when he spoke.

He was wearing a dark purple luxury business shirt, without a tie, and he only buttoned the bottom two

crystal buttons; with the mid-length navy blue slim-fitting coat, it showed his golden ratio figure well,

which made him looked lazy and unruly but wild and noble.

He was Wendell Barnett, the sole heir of the Barnett Family and head of the four prominent families in

Yuchin City. He was born in a family of officials. His grandfather was a high-powered leader in the

central government, his father was the mayor of the city, his uncles were all government officials, and

he himself had served in a military camp.

In the luxurious and comfortable back seat, besides Wendell and Enrique, there was another noble All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

man with good temperament.

That was Frazier Fowler, the eldest son of the Fowler family. He was born in a British noble family, his

family power spread all over the Europe, his family kept a large establishment, so he was very wealthy.

He inherited the appearance characteristics of his father and grandmother, so, with his enchanting

features, he looked like both Eastern and Western.

His nose was taller than that of the Eastern, which made him look a bit more noble and charming.

Especially with his brown eyes with the gleaming brilliance, he could attract thousands of young girls.

These three men had their own advantages in appearance and temperament, but in terms of power,

background and ability, Enrique had an advantage over the two of them.

Enrique did not respond to Wendell. He did not keep looking outside the window in a meditative state,

and he just kept in silent then.

He was wearing an inky black luxury shirt and a straight suit as usual. He looked domineering and awe-

inspiring. At this moment, he looked cool as his deep facial features seemed to be covered with a layer

of frost.

He looked cold and frightening, which made the atmosphere in the car extremely serious.

As Wendell and Frazier knew that he was angry, Wendell, who was taking a nap, couldn’t help but

glance at him more.

"Enrique, you really make me feel cold. Could you get off the car?"

After getting on the car, Frazier did not look at Wendell and Enrique at all. However, after he felt that

Enrique was quite angry, he couldn’t help glancing at him. And then, he read his book again. It seemed

that he was very concentrated on reading.