It Was You

Chapter 702 You Don't Like It

In J hospital.

In the VIP ward.

Andrew's face was as pale as paper, his legs in plaster, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. His eyes were almost glued to Moore who was sitting on the sofa. He gritted his teeth and said, "What the hell do you want to do? How could you be so shameless? Do you know 'A gentleman uses his tongue but not his fists'? "

'Wasn't he distributed to the border area? Why did he come back again? And he beat me up as soon as he came back!'

Hearing this, Moore, dressed in black, sat on the sofa and raised his eyebrows slightly. He cut the peeled apple into small pieces and pushed it in front of Andrew. Andrew took one piece and took a big bite.

"Aren't you afraid that I will poison you?" With a smile at the corners of his mouth, the slightly hoarse voice of Moore broke the silence.

Andrew's face suddenly changed. He quickly spit out the apple that he had swallowed, and threw the rest directly at the face of Moore. "Your fucking mouth is still so vicious. Aren't you afraid that no one will collect your corpse after you die one day?"

Moore chuckled, but there was an imperceptible confusion in his glaze colored eyes. He gently raised his hand, with his slender fingers against his forehead, and his eyes narrowed slightly. He stared at Andrew with a faint smile. "People like me are destined to have no good end... Andrew, we are different innately. You have your uncle to protect you... "

Andrew rolled his eyes at him and said, "You have Martin to protect you. Now the whole Lu clan belongs to Martin. Can he still make you suffer?"

Martin wouldn't let him suffer. For so many years, even if he wanted the moon in the sky, Martin would take it off for him. But he didn't want to be a young master who could enjoy wealth and honor. He never wanted to be such a powerful man. From the day Martin took him back to his side, he just wanted to be the fastest knife in Martin's hand.

Everyone in the world could betray Martin, but he would never, never.

"Of course my adoptive father won't let me suffer any grievance. You can see how much he spoils me as long as you are not blind. But as I said, Andrew, we are different." Moore leaned against the sofa and smiled.

As a flower growing in a greenhouse, Andrew wouldn't know about the harsh realities of life. If he took a wrong step, it would be a dead end. For what he wanted to get, he had to rely on his hands, even if using all kinds of tricks.

Andrew cast a sidelong glance at him, reached for a piece of apple and put it into his mouth. "Don't be jealous in front of me. My uncle will protect me. I don't care."

Moore nodded slightly and said, "Well, during this period of time, you'd better stay in the hospital for recuperation. As for the company... I'll manage it for you. "

Andrew was almost choked to death by the apple. Two small veins burst out on his forehead. "What the hell do you want to do, Moore? If you want a company, the Lu Group has so many companies. You can get any one of them. Why do you keep an eye on the FX International Group? "

The FX International Group was founded by Andrew. It took him a lot of efforts to achieve this scale. He didn't want Moore to mess it up. Moreover, Moore didn't know the rules of the entertainment circle at

all. If this guy really intervened in the FX International Group, his previous efforts would be ruined.

Moore raised his eyebrows and said, "You're right. I can get any company I want, but only your company is what I want. Don't worry. I won't ruin your efforts. I will develop the FX International Group to an unprecedented level... Until I'm the only one who has the final say. "

Andrew stared at Moore and wondered, 'What's wrong with him?'

Although the FX International Group had occupied half of the entertainment circle, there was still a GR Group that could compete with it. Although the GR Group had a few scandals in a row these days, it was not easy to get rid of the GR Group completely because of its status as a well-known entertainment company.

Andrew touched his forehead speechlessly. "Moore, running a company is different from fighting in groups, you can't be a winner due to your strong fists. You know nothing about the entertainment circle. I'm really worried about leaving the company to you. If you really want to play, there are several branches of the FX International Group, how about you choose one and try to run it first?"

With a touch of coldness in his eyes, Moore narrowed his long and narrow eyes and said, "Who told you that I don't know anything about the entertainment circle? I have asked Doctor Kevin that you have to stay in the hospital for at least a month for your injury. If I succeed in doing it in this month, you can't stop me from entering the FX International Group."

Andrew hesitated for two seconds and said, "If you fail, don't mention it again."

Moore nodded, "Deal."

Andrew glanced at him. For some reason, he always felt that there was a purpose for Moore to insist on entering the FX International Group, but he was not sure why.

The "God of War" became popular and the biggest winner of the Golden Sand Award. Overnight, "God of War" occupied almost all the entertainment headlines. The hot searches of microblog and various platforms were all about the "God of War". Countless businessmen, directors and producers threw olive branches to the Ring Entertainment Industry, and Jack's phone was almost exploded.

The number of microblog fans of Cassandra, Peggy and others also soared, and there were constant invitations of work. Even Johnny received countless calls from producers, forwardly asking for investing his films.

With bandage on her arm, Cassandra was checking the microblog. She had expected that the movie 'God of War' would be a hit. After all, it was directed by Johnny in person. Although Johnny hadn't received any admiration in his previous life, all the glories that belonged to Johnny were placed on him in this life.

All this was just a beginning. They still had a longer way to go.

While Cassandra was browsing the microblog, a new message popped up all of a sudden. The FX International Group invested one billion dollars to build the most powerful science fiction movie this year. Cassandra clicked on the message and browsed the message briefly. Her expression was a little indescribable.

After a while, she finally raised her head and stared at Martin pitifully. "Martin, is Moore really out of his mind? It was not a big deal to invest one billion dollars in such a movie... But the director is from the GR Group. I have never seen such a spendthrift. "

Martin, who was dealing with his documents, raised his head and asked, "You don't like it?"

'Of course!'

The words 'I don't like it' were almost written on her forehead. And why was there such a big difference between people? Moore could easily enter the FX International Group's headquarters and even spent one billion dollars to support other directors...

Cassandra said seriously, "It's not that I don't like it. I just think he's a spendthrift. If he wants to go against me, just come at me. Don't you think he's stupid to make so many detours?"Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.