So what?

Silently, Charles pulled his suit jacket collar around Maria, enveloping her in its folds.

Without a word, he abruptly turned to face Director Grant. "Did you have her dress like this just to play pool?"

Caught off guard, Director Grant smiled nervously, "Young Master Smith, it's for the plot..."

"What plot?"

Charles snatched the cue stick from Maria’s hand and tossed it to the floor. The loud clatter startled everyone in the room.

Young Master Smith's anger was truly terrifying. With his dark eyes filled with icy rage, he stared at Director Grant, his face frosted with anger. "Director Grant, as a top-tier director, do you depend on exploiting your actresses to build your reputation?"

Director Grant was left speechless, his face flushing red then pale.

Of course, his fame wasn't built on exploiting actresses; he had genuine talent.

But he couldn't explain this to Charles, so he just chuckled awkwardly, "Young Master Smith, Mia is playing a cold-blooded assassin who disguises herself.