Hearing that voice, Julia felt her hair stand on end.
Could he be any more disgusting?
Julia turned around and, sure enough, saw Bailey's face with that harmless smile plastered on it.
"Bailey, there's no one else here. Do you really need to call me 'sister' just to annoy me?"
With no one around, there was no need for the sisters to keep up any pretense.
Seeing the situation, Royce quickly got out of the car and wrapped an arm around Julia's shoulder, catching Bailey off guard.
Julia shot Royce a glance and whispered, "What are you doing?"
"Are you okay with this?" he asked.
"Get lost!" she snapped.
Bailey noticed Royce's blue eyes and smiled. She remembered him from school.
"Sister, is this your boyfriend? We didn't get a chance to be introduced last time. Where does this gentleman work?"
Could he be an executive at Star Sovereign International?
"He..." Julia didn't want Bailey to know that this devilishly handsome man was actually a gigolo.
As she racked her brain for an answer, a calm voice came from above her head.
"Mansion in the suburbs, a supercar, a million-dollar salary, six and a half inches, three hours."
"Oh my gosh—"
Julia Avery looked up at Royce, utterly bewildered. What was this man talking about?!
The first part made sense, but seventeen centimeters and three hours? What on earth?!
Bailey also felt awkward, taking a moment to regain her composure. "Oh... well, my sister must be very... happy."
"Do you have any other questions?" Royce raised an eyebrow, his blue eyes sparkling even more brilliantly in the sunlight.
"Nothing else."
Bailey pulled an invitation from her bag and handed it to Julia.
"Sis, since you're back for your graduation defense and have some time off, Harry and I are getting engaged the day after tomorrow. We really hope you can come."
Looking at the invitation, Julia felt a sharp pain in her chest.
She thought she could stay calm, but seeing the invitation made her heart skip a beat.
So, the day had finally come.
Just as she reached out to take the invitation, a large hand snatched it away.
Bailey saw that it was Royce who had taken the invitation and immediately beamed with joy. "Then we look forward to seeing your boyfriend as well. By the way, what's his name?"
"Just call me brother-in-law," Royce said, shamelessly.
"Alright..." Bailey forced a smile. "I'll head back to the set now. Sis, you must come, okay?"
With that, Bailey quickly turned and left.
Julia turned her gaze, glaring intensely at Royce. "Royce! Are you deliberately making things difficult for me?!"
"What did I do? I'm clearly helping you!" Royce felt wronged.
"If you come with me to the engagement party, Harry will see you, and once he investigates, he'll find out you're a gigolo! What am I supposed to do then?!" Julia roared.
"So what if I'm a gigolo? Who said there wouldn't be any discrimination?!" Royce shouted back, his voice louder than Julia's.
Julia immediately stepped forward and covered Royce's mouth. "Keep your voice down! Do you want the whole world to know you're a gigolo?"
Meanwhile, hidden in the tall bushes on either side of the entrance to Swan City Film Base, Bailey was eavesdropping.
Julia had been so engrossed in arguing with Royce that she hadn't noticed Bailey hadn't gone inside but had instead hidden in the bushes.
Hearing their conversation, Bailey finally breathed a sigh of relief. So, the high-ranking executive from Star Sovereign International was actually a gigolo.
Bailey sighed silently, wondering how Harry would feel knowing his ex-girlfriend was involved with a gigolo.
Julia dragged Royce into the car. This was Swan City Film Base, where paparazzi could be lurking. Fortunately, she was a newcomer with no exposure yet; otherwise, it would have been a disaster.
For safety's sake, it was best to leave this place.
His phone was right there between them, and it had an app that allowed him to log into two WeChat accounts.
One account was as Royce the Duck, and the other as Julia's husband.
Moreover, he had set it up so that messages would display directly on the screen.
If Julia sent a message, the phone would ding, and she would instinctively look at it!
He would be exposed if this continued!
No, he had to come up with a plan.
At that moment, Julia finished typing a message and sent it to her husband.
Ding!
Royce Butler's phone chimed the very next second!
It chimed!