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Chapter 1130: Chapter 1130: How to Propose Without Being Cliché

Sawyer explained, "This is the first show you’ve invested in, we’ve put in a lot on pre-release promotions. If the show drags on too long and exhausts the audience’s anticipation, all our efforts will be in vain."

Aurelia Shaw smiled, "You’re worrying too much. A good work might get buried, but a bad one definitely won’t succeed. Don’t worry, I won’t let our work be buried."

Sawyer looked at Aurelia’s determined profile and chuckled inwardly, reflecting: He’s been a scriptwriter and director for so many years, yet his composure was still not as stable as this young girl, and he needed her to reassure him.

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Venus Hotel.

Mason Nightshade pointed a finger at his forehead, his brows furrowed into a knot, exuding an air of menace and coldness. Anyone who saw him would think he was pondering a life-and-death matter.

On the screen was a man lying in a hospital bed.

Grayson Quinn took a bite of an orange, glanced at his phone, and noticed Nightshade was still in the same position. He remarked, "Nightshade, you just want to propose, right? Do you really need to sit on the balcony all day for that?

Look, you’re almost turning into a statue. Remember to close the window, or a gust of wind might blow you away into ashes."

Mason Nightshade glanced at Grayson, "Haven’t given me any good suggestions all day, yet you still have the nerve to mock me?"

Grayson shivered under his gaze and pleaded his case, "I’ve already given you so many suggestions this afternoon.

Set off fireworks and propose under the display.

Take her to dinner and hide the ring in a dessert.

Send 999 roses to her film set, with everyone telling her ’I love you.’

Aren’t these romantic?"

Mason Nightshade replied with two words: "Too cliché."

Grayson: "..."

Mentally retorting: You’re the one who’s been sitting here all day thinking and came up with nothing non-cliché?

Mason lowered his gaze, staring at what he held in his hand—a distinctively jointed finger grasping a diamond ring.

This was the ring he found in her suitcase that day.

She was so angry then that he thought she’d throw it away, but she kept it close.

Grayson noticed the smile rising on Mason’s lips and felt a chill down his spine.

He asked Junia Simpson, who was peeling an apple beside him, "Hey, have you ever seen Nightshade smile? I’ve only seen him smile when he’s about to get ruthless. Does it look similar now? Isn’t it creepy?"

Junia gave Grayson a look that seemed to say he was an idiot, "I think your leg isn’t healed yet, and you’re already asking for another beating from Nightshade, so you can’t be discharged."

Grayson touched his nose sheepishly.

That’s why he doesn’t like cold women; they can’t even joke. Why did Nightshade send her to take care of him?

If it was little Sunny...

Little Sunny would just be bullied into sulking, too cute to even dare complain.

...

Mason threw Grayson a disdainful look, unilaterally ending the video call.

Relieved by his liberation, Grayson sighed audibly and commanded Junia, "Hey, I want to eat an apple, peel one for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, an apple was thrown into his lap.

Junia said, "Peel it yourself."

"I’m a patient, you know."

Junia replied, "You have a broken leg, how does that stop you from using your hands to peel an apple? If you want me to peel it for you, I can break one of your arms too, then I wouldn’t mind peeling apples for you all month."

Grayson clicked his tongue, "Who would marry you at this rate?"

"No need for you to marry me," Junia flipped open her book, her voice indifferent.