Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 87: Fairchild Only Eats Clear Broth Hotpot

When Maeve’s hand collided with Julian’s for the Nth time, she finally couldn’t help but say, "Could you... stay further away from me."

The man’s body stiffened slightly.

Sarah and Nina turned their heads when they heard Maeve’s voice, "What’s up?"

Maeve glanced at Julian, who had already moved farther away, suppressing the inexplicable emotions in her heart, "Nothing."

Sarah was actually planning to let Maeve and Julian communicate a bit, but now, Julian clearly had no interest in that. He leaned his head towards the window, his profile lines smooth, nose hard and prominent, lips pressed into a straight line.

He appeared to be in a bad mood.

She decided not to bring it up this time anyway. After all, there were still three months left, Maeve hadn’t received professional training, and learning from Julian wouldn’t hurt but rather benefit her.

Julian didn’t speak again, exuding a low-pressure vibe, and the car felt like it was filled with thick clouds.

The RV snaked through the vibrant streets filled with neon lights and bustling nightlife.

After approximately half an hour, they finally reached the destination.

The doorman opened the car door from outside, bowing deeply to those inside, "Sir, Miss, please proceed this way."

Before coming to the launch ceremony, Sarah specially borrowed a dress from outside. In her words, it was, "Let them see who truly is the leading lady. Don’t let someone else steal the spotlight. You may not compete, but others will still drag you out for comparison, so we can’t lose face."

Though challenging, Sarah used her networking skills to secure a piece from the brand, a high-couture design, albeit not this season’s, but still grand and luxurious.

Maeve was currently wearing this set, a wine-red cheongsam. The color accentuated her jade-like radiant skin, suitable for dinners, yet not out of place at casual gatherings.

Sarah and Nina had already inquired about the location in advance. As soon as they got off the car, everyone headed straight towards the destination.

Director Dayne’s reserved room was on the second floor, where the main actors, screenwriters, producers, and some important cast members were gathered.

Sarah and Nina tacitly took seats on either side of Maeve.

During the wait for the dishes, Sarah leaned closer to Maeve, introducing the people to her, "This chubby one is one of the screenwriters for this project. If you have any issues, you can discuss them with him and the director..."

Nina also listened attentively, following along to recognize people.

The waiter began bringing in dishes intermittently.

Those chatting on the balcony outside started coming in, filled with laughter and chatter.

Maeve, somewhat face-blind, felt overwhelmed listening to Sarah’s introductions. Closing her eyes for a moment, she reopened them to find Julian already seated opposite her.

Looking somewhat bored, he fiddled with his phone, his fingers long and slender. Maeve’s vantage point allowed her to see his dense eyelashes and the deep, stern eyes beneath them.

Her right arm was gently nudged by Sarah, who teased, "Why do you keep staring at Fairchild?"

Maeve was speechless and stuck, wondering how Sarah always managed to "perfectly" catch the moment, "I wasn’t staring at him constantly."

"Weren’t you just staring at him earlier?"

Their conversation wasn’t intentionally kept quiet.

Upon hearing them, the man’s movements slowed down a bit.

Nina sat quietly on Maeve’s right, nibbling on snacks, when her shoulder was gently tapped.

She looked up and saw a handsome man.

Miles smiled at her, speaking in a low voice, "Miss Quinn, could you please switch seats? Fairchild prefers the clear broth base."