Chapter 732: lingering fear
Panting and sweating profusely.
Edgar looked a little embarrassed. It was obviously January, but he was alone as if he were in the middle of summer in June. This made Anson's eyes full of surprise.
Looking at the neat pile of scripts in Edgar's hand, he was even more confused -
A pile of scripts wouldn't look like this, right? Is Edgar some kind of Princess and Pea who can't shoulder the burden?
But Anson still said, "You can ask Noah to help."
After finishing his words, Noah, who immediately went to the kitchen to prepare when Edgar's cup was empty, turned around and said positively, "Of course, what do you need my help with?" "Busy?"
However, because he was too active and excited, the tray in his hand almost flew out and turned into blood drops, which frightened Edgar so much that he immediately squatted.
Fortunately, Noah was under control this time, but he was completely unaware of the danger. "Mr. Cook, how can I help you?"
Noah Newman, this little assistant I have been following Anson for a while, and he is really frizzy; but he is focused and simple enough, and is not affected by the outside world. During the pop-up surprise event, he really helped Anson a lot. He is half assistant and half bodyguard, and he has no problem doing dirty work. .
In just half a month, Anson has become accustomed to Noah's company.
Edgar complained wordlessly, "I need you to be careful with the tray in your hand."
Noa was not angry after being complained about, he nodded obediently, put away the tray, turned around and continued to walk to the kitchen. .
Edgar punched the cotton, but in the end he didn’t say anything more. He put down the thick stack of scripts in his hand and noticed Anson’s gaze.
“It’s not because of this.”
"I'm not strong, but I'm not a paper person either."
"A lunatic just followed me all the way from Los Angeles to Malibu. He first pretended to meet me by chance at a coffee shop, then blocked me at the door of the company, and then It was a gas station, and I thought I had finally gotten rid of him, but I saw him on Highway 1. I was so frightened that I nearly turned into the Pacific Ocean as soon as I turned the steering wheel. The sweat was all caused by fright.”
< br>It’s really dangerous to pursue someone like this. You can call the police directly.
Anson himself has never experienced it, but he has been surrounded and chased by people recently, and he couldn't help but panic at this time, "So what does he want?"
Edgar let out a long breath, "You."
Anson: ...
Edgar could see Anson's expression of complaints, "To be precise, he has a project that he hopes you can join. I have accepted the script and promised him that I will read it carefully. , I will contact him if there is any news."
Anson raised his chin slightly, "So have you read it?"
In Hollywood, this happens every day. Screenwriters who have no talent, producers who are desperate, and actors who are at the end of their rope don't know what to do. They can only try their best to grab every life-saving straw.
What they face are often lies.
Most of those agents, producers, directors, and actors do one thing on the surface and another behind the scenes. They say they will read it 100% carefully, but in fact they just turn around and throw the script into the trash can without even giving it a second look.
Of course, Anson was not prepared to blame anyone -
After all, there are so many people in Hollywood who need to be saved and found to be saved, and among them, only one out of ten thousand people are truly talented. Unexpectedly, those at the top of the pyramid may have been passionate, full of hope, and sincerely wanted to lend a helping hand, but they encountered disappointment and even backlash again and again, so in the end they began to perfunctory.
Everything is possible.
But things are different now. Edgar may encounter a paranoid person. Such people are often very dangerous, and they are only a hair away from breaking out. That's why Anson asked this question.
Edgar took a deep breath, "Of course, I read it carefully and gave him a response. I think this script is not suitable for you."
"In fact, I have been very tactful, that is a bad The script is brilliant, with no talent at all. I can’t think of a reason why you must be cast in that role. I think he just wants to use your name to attract investment.”
“But he still followed me all the way, and he just followed me directly. It’s at your doorstep.”
No wonder.
Anson raised his jaw slightly.
Edgar looked at Anson for a moment. He thought Anson would be nervous too, but in the end——
No. Edgar had to add, "I have notified the police."
Not only because of himself, but also because of Anson's safety.
"Why aren't you worried at all?" Edgar glanced at Anson speechlessly.
Anson shrugged, "I believe in your ability, you will handle it."
Edgar:...
Anson, "Besides, I don't think he is paranoid, just It's just a strategy. Otherwise, he shouldn't come to you, because the decision-making power is mine. If he wants to threaten, he should follow me."
Edgar was slightly stunned, "You are. Said, he was just trying to scare me."
Anson, "Yes, maybe the police will show up and he will run away without even getting close. However, this is just my guess. For safety reasons, you should. Give me the information, who knows if he has other crazy plans in his head."
Edgar: ... "Damn it."
Cursing in a low voice, Edgar, who always smiled and welcomed people, rarely lost his composure and did not hide his annoyance and anger.
But it was only a short moment.
Taking a deep breath, Edgar regained his senses and returned to his usual posture, "Maybe, this is an alarm."
"The situation is different now. Anson, I know you don't You like to have a bunch of people around you, but something like this may happen to you at any time. Daily safety cannot be careless. You need a personal bodyguard.”
Anson:? ? ?
Hey, wait, how come things have been transferred to me?
Edgar showed a proud smile, as if his plot had succeeded, "By the way, the person outside still needs to be dealt with, I will report it to the LAPD, not just here in Malibu."
After saying that, Edgar turned around and walked outside, getting busy again.
Anson was left alone and messy in the wind——
So, does that stalker really exist?
After a while, Edgar came back and dealt with it vigorously and resolutely.
Anson squinted his eyes and looked at Edgar. Edgar cleared his throat and said, "Anson, you need to pay attention to safety."
After saying that, Edgar looked at him with an obedient expression. Anson, but with firm eyes, refused to give in.
The corners of Anson's eyes raised slightly, "Tell Luka that I know."
Edgar: ...
Ahem. Ahem!
Edgar silently shifted his gaze.
Without any response, Anson knew that he had guessed correctly and rolled his eyes speechlessly, "So, I heard that you have been so busy lately that you sleep standing up. Is this true?"
Edgar immediately straightened his back and his expression became firm, "Of course it's true. My phone can't be turned off 24 hours a day. I've switched to silent mode now."
Anson looked at the frowning Edgar, "I thought this was a good thing. You like to live under the spotlight."
Edgar's head was like a rattle, "No, no, no, no, I don't I like it. I still like to stand behind the scenes, otherwise I will become an actor.”
There is a sense of confidence in the words.
To be honest, Edgar is not someone who catches the eye at first sight, but his low-key and restrained temperament can exude charm at the second and third glances.
Anson deliberately raised his chin slightly. If the casting director was average, after looking at it carefully, he said, "Yes, you are suitable for the big screen."
Edgar: ...
Blinking his eyes, Edgar said with enthusiasm, "I specially brought some after-dinner reading material today. If you have time, you can read it."
< br>(End of this chapter)