This woman looks like a fresh graduate. Can she really persuade Atlas Shaw to keep filming? The director was skeptical.
Leo, on the other hand, breathed a long sigh of relief upon seeing the woman, "Thank goodness, you're finally here."
"The road was a bit jammed," the woman said, "Where's Atlas? Where is he?" She looked around but didn't see Atlas Shaw.
"He's still sulking in the resting room." Leo quickly led the way, bringing her to the door of the resting room, then looked at her with an expression that said, "It's all up to you."
Mabel Quinn couldn't help but feel speechless. Seriously, he's a top agent, isn't he supposed to easily handle those difficult artists? But when it comes to Atlas Shaw, they always call her for help.
Mabel pushed open the resting room door and saw Atlas Shaw sitting on a chair.
"Get out! I don't want to see anyone right now!" A voice filled with impatience roared in the room.
"Um... Should I get out too?" Mabel asked.
