NovelEnglishObsessed CEO Throws Himself atChapter 811
“Ah... Sasha... He's a celebrity.”
Sasha eyed the battered and bruised man in circumspect. Not one for popular culture, she failed to recognize him.
“Hmph!” snorted Sasha. “So what if he is? Our job is to protect Ms. Moore. Never mind a star, even the gods themselves will have
to answer to us if they try to pick on her.”
“Right on! Now, watch how | bash his head in!”
Blake raised his fist and wound it up in anticipation of hammering it down upon the disoriented Jason.
“Wait!” Arielle immediately rushed forward to hold Blake back. “Don‘t be rash. Let's try to find out what's going on first.”
“Understood,” replied Blake who continued to regard the man with wary eyes and his fists ready.
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Arielle let out a sigh before she approached the wounded man. “Are you all right?”
Wrought with pain, the grimacing Jason sounded rather cranky. “The hells wrong with you? Why did your friends jump me?”
Hearing that voice jolted Arielle’s memories.
“Arent you that weirdo who interceptedat the supermarket?”
“Yes! That's me!” In the next second, Jason was seen stomping his foot. “Whatever do you mean by weirdo? How am | weird at
all?”
Arielle looked down at the mask and shades left on the ground in the aftermath of the walloping Blake handed out and nodded her
head in earnest. “You are kind of strange, you know. Why are you all covered up like that on such a hot day?”
“That's because I'm too famous and afraid that I'll be recognized by my fans! How was | to know that you and your friends would
decide to hiton sight? I-Is my face okay?”
Jason frantically pulled out a mirror from his bag and bechysterical once more after he inspected his badly bruised face in it.
That reminded Arielle of how Jason got swamped for photos after he showed his face at the supermarket the last time.
“Although | shouldnt have hit you, it's you who spookedfirst, so you can’t blit all on us. That being said, I'm willing to
cover your medical expenses.”
Jason scrutinized his own visage carefully for any potential signs of disfigurement. He seemed to have calmed down slightly
afterward before he regarded Arielle. “I don’t want your money.”
“Then what is it that you want?”
“Your contact number.”
“Huh?” Arielle asked warily, “What do you want that for?”
Jason's back stiffened and he hastened to explain himself. “Don‘t be mistaken! I'm not trying to hit on you. Actually, I've been
asked to approach you by a director for a production that I'm currently involved in.”
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Jason fished out a file from his bag as he spoke and proudly extended it to Arielle. “Here's the script Go on and have a look at it.”
Arielle did not accept the document from him but recognized the nof the director written on the cover. It was Sam Sleight.
“So, it was Mr. Sleight who asked you to cto me.” Arielle exhaled before she continued, “I've
already turned him down before. Haven't he found anyone else to play the female lead?”
“Nope. I'm currently the male lead for this film. Arent you a fan of mine? Now, you can seriously reconsider this offer.”
Arielle was flabbergasted. “Since when was | a fan of yours?”
“Oh, stop pretending. Playing hard to get isn’t going to work twice,” said Jason while he shoved his ncard into her hands. “My
number's in there, so callwhenever you've decided. Chances like this aren‘t going to cby again, so I'm going to give you
three days to think about it. Givean answer before then.”
Jason picked up the mask and shades and put them back before he bounded off, giving Arielle no twhatsoever to respond.
“Hey! Wait!”
She wanted to give chase but Jason had already scooted out of sight.
Blake was intrigued when he cup alongside her. “So, Arielle. You're a fan of his?”
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