Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute
Chapter 72 Toad Wants to Eat Swan Meat

After Catherine learned about Hamish's phone call to Starry, she politely told Starry about the recent Hamish situation on Facebook. Hamish hasn't been seen in public since the charter rumors stopped two months ago.

Archangel Pictures has positioned him as a strong actor, so it doesn't want to use this messy blog traffic at this time.

But despite this, there were paparazzi watching Hamish.

Catherine has been an agent for so many years that she is naturally sensitive and had someone check it out after the first discovery.

I don't know if I don't check, I'm shocked when I check.

It turned out to be the people sent by Adeline. The last time Hamish and Starry's affair was rumored to be like that, it was also the handiwork of Adeline.

The circle is so big, Adeline backstage is not small.

Although Archangel Pictures has been developing for so many years and has some contacts in the circle, Catherine is not afraid that Adeline will do something behind Hamish's back, but it is better to have one more friend than one more enemy.

So Catherine wants Hamish and Adeline to reconcile, but Hamish's mouth is also powerful, she pried for two months, but did not ask anything out.

This time he called Starry again and made an unauthorized request to Starry. Naturally, Catherine was worried that Adeline was playing some kind of trick again.

Starry read the message from Catherine and raised a rare eyebrow, "That's okay, just so I can ask for you, what exactly is his feud with Adeline."

That's not a good thing for Catherine to say.

Starry's side of the mind cannot be done, Catherine had to replace Hamish, hoping that he took the initiative to propose to Starry to stop the matter. But apparently, Hamish has no such plans.

In the blink of an eye, it was Thursday and Catherine called Hamish early in the morning.

The phone is open, but no one is lending.

Catherine called several times, and she sort of knew that Hamish was just avoiding her on purpose.

Harris Robertson looked at the phone that rang several times on his desk and finally couldn't help but say, "Are you sure you're not going to answer the phone?"

Hamish on the couch didn't even raise his eyes, "No answer."

Harris frowned and took the phone over, but the person on the other end of the line had obviously lost patience and hung up the call.

Harris didn't care about the phone, what he wanted to know more than that was, "What's going on with you and that Starry? Don't tell me you're really being taken care of by her?"

Hearing Harris mention Starry, Hamish finally got a few reactions, "You can get lost."

Harris had a hard time getting to Hamish's dorm, so how could he just leave like that, "No, do you know that your grandfather knew about this and was so angry that he got high blood pressure! You are angry, but you don't have to do this to yourself, right?"

"Besides, that Starry is Filip's ex-wife, and you don't know what the Richards family and the Pearson family are like?"

Harris kept talking, buzzing around like a fly, and Hamish couldn't stand it, so he just got up and dragged him towards the door.

"Ah, Hamish what are you doing... you... knock! I'm not leaving! You try to drive me again, I will immediately tell your grandfather you people here!"

It was probably the words that did the trick, and Hamish's movements finally stopped.

He gave Harris a sidelong glance, "Keep your mouth shut."

"Hey no, can you at least say something?"

Hamish didn't want to talk to him, took the phone, went straight to his room and changed his clothes.

When he came out and saw Harris on the couch, he finally said, "Take me somewhere."

"Where to?"

"Aeckland Villa."

Harris didn't refuse, "What are you doing there? There's something familiar about this place..."

Hamish frowned, very impatient, "Send or not?"

"Send, send, send! Hamish asked for it, how dare he not send it!"

Harris followed Hamish out the door and had just entered the elevator when he remembered, "I knock! That's not Starry..." There were other people inside the elevator, and Hamish gave him a direct slant, and Harris had to swallow his words hard. Exiting the elevator, the two got into the car and Harris couldn't resist, "You're crazy Hamish, do you really have eyes for Starry?" Hamish buckled his seat belt and leaned back in his seat and looked at him lazily, "Drive."

Along the way, Harris tried to persuade him, but Hamish didn't seem to hear him.

The car arrived in front of Starry Villa and Hamish unbuckled his seat belt.

Before getting out of the car, he glanced at Harris, "Don't follow."

Harris, "..."

Hamish finished, pushed open the door and got out of the car, walked to the cottage and raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

When she heard the doorbell, Starry put down the brush in her hand and washed the paint on her hands before she went downstairs to answer the door.

The man standing outside the door was, without a doubt, Hamish.

She turned sideways and let him in, "Did you take a taxi here?"

Hamish followed her into the villa, "Hmm."

Starry poured lemonade for him, "Why do you suddenly want my painting?"

Her paintings are average and not famous, so she can't sell them for much money.

"Nice to look at."

Hamish sipped his lemonade and the question was answered succinctly.

Starry's eyebrows twitched, "Can I ask you a question?"

Hamish looked up at her, "Adeline?"

Starry wasn't embarrassed to be guessed, "Well, she's been targeting you."

"Oh."

The boy responded casually, as if he didn't care.

Starry looked at him for two seconds, "Why is she targeting me?"

"It's nothing, she's a toad trying to eat the flesh of a swan."

Starry was struck by a rare moment, "Hmm?"

"She wants to chase me."

Hamish said, those obsidian eyes looking straight at her.

I have to say, Hamish is really good looking.

Starry understood and nodded with understanding, "No wonder."

She didn't continue to ask, "Do you want to start now? Or do you want to have a lunch first?"

This time it was Hamish's turn to be a little surprised, and he looked at Starry for a moment before speaking, "Can I have lunch before I start, President Bradley?"

"Hmm."

Starry smiled and responded, "Then sit here by yourself for a while, I'll go make lunch."

"Do you need my help?"

That's what he asked, but he didn't mean to come forward to help.

Starry looked askance at him, "No need."

At first glance, it does not look like you can cook.

Starry used to eat alone, today there is an extra person at noon, or a man, the portion of the meal naturally can no longer be as small as before.

Fortunately, she had gone out to purchase the ingredients in the morning, so the lunch was not too bland.

After lunch, Starry started to draw for Hamish.

This time she started to pick up the brush again, this time much faster than last time, less than eighty minutes, Starry finished painting.

She handed the painting to Hamish, "I'm limited in my ability."

Hamish looked at it, "It's very nice, thanks President Bradley, I'll leave you to it."

He took the painting and left, and Starry did not detain him.

Hamish exited the villa and looked back with a slight raised eyebrow.

This Starry, kinda fun.