Spoiled By My Bossy CEO Husband novel Chapter 506

While Lottie and the others were nervously training, Bridge was throwing a tantrum in his lounge.

"How dare Lottie threaten me! Who does she think I am? Am I someone she can deal with?"

Bridge roared angrily at Yale.

Yale was also very helpless. "Calm down and evacuate your fans first. When I completely suppress what you have done before, you can do whatever you want."

"Are you good-for-nothing? You didn't know what to do, and you even let me be threatened by that bitch Lottie!"

Bridge also knew that Yale was telling the truth. If the bad things he had done before were exposed, his fans would have less trust in him. Once the bad things were revealed, he would suffer more malicious public opinion.

But Bridge still couldn't swallow it, so he put all his anger on his agent.

Yale was Bridge's relative and had a close relationship with him. If anything happened to Bridge, Yale would be implicated.

That was why Bridge could be so willful. Whether it was his assistant or manager, he would always beat and scold them.

Yale was slapped twice by Bridge, and his face was almost swollen. It was not that Yale didn't hate Bridge, but his future depended on Bridge, and Bridge knew too much about him. Unless Yale wanted to perish together with Bridge, Yale wouldn't dare to resist even if one of his legs was broken.

After venting his anger on his agent, Bridge finally calmed down.

So Bridge said to his agent, "In order to prevent that bitch Lottie and the program group from working together to release the surveillance video, you let your fans leave first. Later, I will make an explanation on the Twitter, saying that I'm just reciting the lines on the Internet. By the way, I'll release the news of my next month's filming."

Yale frowned. "But the script hasn't officially signed the contract yet. Isn't it good to release the news like this?"

Bridge had just received the script two days ago. The director had only said a few words to let Bridge perform the second male lead. Bridge didn't try it at all. If he was eliminated, wouldn't it be a shame?

Bridge glared at him and said, "What the hell do you know? I'm putting pressure on the director! I've worked so hard to promote the film crew, and the crew has gained a lot of popularity for nothing. In addition, the fans will definitely be very happy after they care about me. They will leave a message to thank the director and producer."

Yale still didn't understand. "But what does it have to do with the pressure?"

"Are you a fool?"

Bridge was helpless and speechless.

"Think about it. My fans are now making trouble because of my injury. What if the crew officially announce that I am not the second male lead?"

Yale suddenly understood. "They will be very angry!"

"That's it. At that time, the director and producer won't be able to bear the anger of fans, and they might even blame me for my injury on them. At that time, will they still dare to stop me from acting as the second male lead?"

Yale admired Bridge's means and thought that it was not a loss. He immediately agreed happily and contacted the fans of Bridge's club first.

At this moment, the head of the fan group was squatting outside the show with a group of fans, holding a loudspeaker in her hand. She kept shouting slogans at the manor, telling the show group not to pretend to be dead and immediately came out to give an explanation, so that everyone could know what was going on with Bridge.

Fans came early in the morning. At first, they didn't think much of it, but now it was almost noon.

The sun was getting bigger and bigger, and the temperature was getting higher and higher. There was nothing to hide at the gate of the manor. The fans had been exposed to the sun outside for several hours, and they had shouted the slogan for such a long time, but now they were not in good spirits.

Moreover, the fans hadn't had water to drink yet, and they didn't even have lunch. It seemed that they couldn't hold on any longer.

The head of the fan group was thinking about whether to leave when Yale's message came.