Sweet like Wine: Love Your Dimples Even More-Chapter 152 - 74: Wen the Gold Medal Screenwriter Yi (Part 2)

Chapter 152: Chapter 74: Wen the Gold Medal Screenwriter Yi (Part 2)

Artie, the Award-Winning Screenwriter, began crafting a brand-new script.

In the front passenger seat, Artie and Summer Fairmont were at each other’s throats.

In the driver’s seat, Leo Vaughn saw Gordon Sterling getting luggage from the business car, so he got out to greet him.

This morning, due to the influence of the "Islay Monsoon," there was a "small clash" between Leo Vaughn and Master Sean Lowell.

Such a clash shouldn’t directly affect Gordon Sterling.

However, for the sake of the plot, Screenwriter Vaughn took Leo’s phone, directly hung up on Gordon Sterling, and even blocked him.

After such an incident, Leo Vaughn felt he owed Gordon Sterling an explanation.

But before Leo could speak, Artie had another meltdown: "Ugh, so annoying! Artie doesn’t look pretty at all right now. The ambassador doesn’t want to meet the master at a time like this."

The female lead of Screenwriter Vaughn’s romantic drama still hadn’t finished acting.

Summer Fairmont just quietly watched Artie’s "performance."

The Devilish Lolita was in her acting mode; if she wasn’t allowed to act to her heart’s content, who knew when she’d want to write a new script again?

Artie only allowed herself a one-second meltdown.

The Enchantress glanced at the rearview mirror, checking out her current "makeup."

Seeing that aside from her red eyes, everything else was as naturally beautiful as ever.

Artie put her sunglasses back on.

Then, looked around.

Looked again.

Approached the business car where Summer Fairmont and Gordon Sterling were seated.

Stuck her head in to look inside.

Despite looking back and forth, Master Sean Lowell’s figure was nowhere to be seen.

"Is Mr. Sterling going to take the same flight with us?" Leo Vaughn finally had an opportunity to speak.

Gordon Sterling chose to ignore him.

Gordo was ignored by Summer Fairmont earlier in the morning, so he had to ignore everyone else to regain his standing.

"Where’s Master Sean Lowell?" Leo Vaughn didn’t mind.

Gordon Sterling kept ignoring him.

Um, no, he gave an eye-roll, but since his eyes were small, the eye-roll wasn’t very obvious.

Dare to block the mighty Sterling, then be ready to face his wrath.

As the business car and the big G were parked side-by-side, Artie quickly noticed something was amiss with the people present.

"Master Sean Lowell didn’t come?" Artie was relieved,

So happy not to have to let him see her having just cried.

Relief lasted only a second before Artie realized another shocking fact: "Master Sean Lowell actually didn’t come!"

Though it was just adding "actually" to the previous sentence,

The thoughts that followed were completely different.

Artie looked at Summer Fairmont, she needed an answer. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Summer Fairmont wasn’t one for words; she simply reached out for the keys again without a single extra word or action.

"Ah, isn’t this just absurd! If we all leave, wouldn’t it just leave Summer and Master Sean Lowell alone on Islay to carry on their clandestine affair? If they’re going to do it, why must they do it right under Artie’s nose? Why not wait for Artie to leave and then secretly do it? Is it necessary to follow us to the airport to flaunt it? Believe it or not, when Artie gets serious, she’s even more formidable than Summer!"

So infuriating! The heart of a big shot trapped in the Punk Lolita’s 36D chest could no longer be contained.

"I believe you." Summer Fairmont, though somewhat puzzled, spoke with unwavering certainty.

"You believe me yet you still dare to come? You still want the car keys, huh? Artie won’t give the keys to a naughty Summer who’s bad to death!" Artie walked over to Leo Vaughn, confirmed the car keys were in his pocket, and instantly held her head high.

Summer Fairmont ignored this, walked directly to the driver’s seat of the big G.

As Summer Fairmont opened the car door, the big G entered the seat’s automatic adjustment mode, shifting to her most comfortable position.

This was the memory function of the car keys.

Artie, in her Award-Winning Screenwriter’s new script, forgot one thing—that her big G had two keys.

Of which, one had always been in Summer Fairmont’s hand.

It’s unclear which one was the backup.

"Having the keys is impressive, huh? Believe it or not, if Artie gets in the car now, follows along, she’ll deal with Master Sean Lowell immediately." Artie just couldn’t stand it when everyone didn’t act according to the script she wrote.

"I believe you." Summer Fairmont’s answer was still so firm.

"Huh? You believe again, huh? Summer, you’re really not afraid that Artie will deal with Master Sean Lowell?" Artie was puzzled.

"Not afraid."

"Then Artie might really go back now, huh?" Artie suddenly got excited.