Chapter 649 - 657: Who’s Thinking About You?

Jane Sampson held back her anger. Did this guy really take her words as a mission to execute? And even found a way to execute it—making a phone call?

"Forget it, pretend I didn’t ask!" Jane said, huffing after she finished speaking.

"Otherwise, what do you want? Or tell me, when you miss me, how do you think of me?" James Black obviously heard the displeasure in Jane’s words and seriously pressed on, showing an earnest desire to learn.

"Who... who misses you!" Jane erupted like a cat that had been stepped on its tail, "When I’m far away from you, I’m overjoyed every day. I’d have to be masochistic to miss you! I don’t want to talk to you anymore, hanging up, hanging up!"

"If you dare hang up, I’ll go back right now and throw away your ugly rabbit," James said coldly.

"..." Jane was stunned for a few seconds before regaining her composure, even more spirited than just now, "Throw it then! Didn’t I say? I have money now, if you throw one, I’ll buy a pair to replace it!"

After speaking, Jane pressed the end call button and hung up on James with great authority.

Listening to the buzzing sound on the phone, James’s face could be described as particularly unsightly.

James made another call right away, prepared for Jane not to answer. Unexpectedly, she answered immediately. As soon as she picked up, she retorted, "What, missing me again? You call me at the mere thought of me? Is this your way of missing me twice within one minute?"

"..." It was as if her pride reached all the way to heaven above.

James chuckled, "Just calling you to forewarn you, you’ll bear the consequences."

As he spoke, this time it was James who hung up the phone line, and now it was Jane, listening to the buzzing sound, furiously pummeling her pillow as if she was beating James to death with it.

After hanging up on Jane, James didn’t immediately put down his mobile phone but instead went online to do a search.

How to make my wife go broke in the shortest time.

However, the all-knowing search engine, famous far and wide, couldn’t find an answer to this question.

Because she had a full day of work the next day, Jane Sampson went to bed early that evening. The next day’s work began early in the morning with outdoor scenes, shooting a sitcom-like short play.

In the car, Jane listened to the photographer complain to her.

"People nowadays are becoming increasingly picky. Advertisements in the past just demanded simplicity and clarity; models would start promoting the product from the very first second they appeared on screen. But now, especially for in-depth advertisements, there’s a call for them to strike deep into the heart. It used to be difficult, but now, it’s even more demanding."

The Advertising Department Director in front agreed, nodding, "Right, modern advertisements need to be profound, full of depth, meaningful, public welfare-oriented, and reach people’s hearts directly."

While they were engrossed in their discussion, an assistant suddenly ran over, looking quite anxious, and said, "Big boss, there’s trouble. One of the models had a car accident on the way here and has been sent to the hospital. I heard it’s serious—a fracture, and they need to be hospitalized. We are short one model now on short notice."

"Get the agency to send someone of similar qualifications over immediately." The director’s eyebrows furrowed, "How could this happen at such an inconvenient time, just today of all days?"

"Finding someone at the last minute isn’t easy, is it? Aren’t all the good models so busy they have no time? And those that are left over, aren’t they the ones who got picked over?" The assistant was also sweating with urgency.