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Chapter 698
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Chapter 698

Stella's tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth and glanced at Bella. The latter smirked, and her

eyes were glowing with venom. Meanwhile, Yolanda gloated, "Come on, hurry up. Don't waste our time.

Mr. Winfield is going to treat us to lunch after this."

Stella shifted her attention. When she was about to speak, the training door opened. A gentle voice

sounded. "Mr. Winfield, can I bother you for a second?"

Stella paused and turned to see Marshall smiling at the door, holding a lot of coffee in his hand. Stuart

was startled, but he immediately showed a big smile on his face. "Marshall, what brings you here?"

Stella was confused. Marshall gently replied, "I heard from a friend that you were preparing for a new

show and was training the actors here. I came to visit since I was passing by.” He then turned to face

the audience. ‘I'm not disturbing, am I?"

"Nonsense, we're not even filming for real, so it's not considered a disturbance. I’m happy you're here,"

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Stuart said, as he took the coffee from Marshall's hand, letting his assistants hand them out to

everyone. Then, he added, "When did you come back to the country?”

Marshall responded, "Quite a while ago. The new law firm my friend started has been quite busy, so I

didn't get the chance to contact you until now."

"Ah, work comes first. It doesn't matter when you contact me." Stuart paused before he continued,

"How's your health?"

"All good."

Stuart's eyes were curved. "That's good to know."

According to what Kaiden said, Stuart was indeed a chatterbox. He chatted with Marshall for half an

hour until his phone rang. Only then did he excuse himself to answer the call.

Stella took her coffee, walked up to Marshall, and whispered, "You know our director, Mr. Moore?"

Marshall nodded. "His daughter studied abroad and was involved in a bullying case. I helped him win

the lawsuit."

'No wonder,' Stella thought.

Marshall then said lowly, "I can stall him a little longer. Your friend should be bringing the clothes over

soon."

Stella was startled. "How did you know about this?"

Marshall chuckled. "I saw your post on social media. Initially, I wanted to visit you and bring some food

for you. But, I didn't know where you were, so I called and asked your friend and got to know the news

from her.

"She's borrowing the outfit from another production team, but it's quite far away. She was afraid she

wouldn't make it in time, so she asked me to come and help stall things. Who knew that I would know

the director? Well, that's fortunate."

'No wonder,' Stella thought again. She was wondering why Marshall suddenly showed up here. It

turned out that he was helping her to stall time. Stella gave a sigh of relief. "You've helped me big time."

If the costume could not come today, Bella and Yolanda would have definitely made a big deal out of it.

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Stella would give off a horrible impression if she made such a big fuss before the film even started

filming.

Marshall asked, "How was your costume damaged?"

Stella shook her head. "Don't ask about it. It was all because of some rats."

Marshall scanned the room, and his gaze fell on Bella. He lowered his eyes and said, "Do you want to

get revenge?"

"Huh?"

Marshall smiled and changed the topic. "This costume looks nice."

Stella was happy upon hearing his compliments. "My mother gave it to me. She followed the pictures in

the book and modified them. She had a tailor to make it for me."

Marshall's eyes dimmed. "She has good taste. It suits you."

Stella smiled brightly. At that moment, Stuart finished his call and came back. He wanted to chat with

Marshall for a little longer, but Yolanda was afraid that he would forget about the upcoming shoot. So,

she said in a coquettish voice, "Mr. Winfield, when are we going to start? I have something to do at

noon."