Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute

Chapter 96 You Can Throw It Away

A total of nine paintings were in that file bag, all of which were of Filip.

Most of the paintings were Filip's profiles— when he was reading a book, answering the phone on the

balcony, or napping on the sofa.

Obviously, Starry drew these when Filip was not looking, so he had no idea about this at all.

Filip put those paintings back into the file bag and set it aside. He took a pack of cigarettes, pull out

one, and lit it up.

A car suddenly drove up from behind. Due to the light in the rearview mirror, Filip couldn't see it.

Filip narrowed his eyes and tipped the ashes, watching the car drive past his and then out of sight.

Filip took another puff of his cigarette and glanced at the file bag. He snuffed his cigarette out, started

the car, and drove away from the villa.

…

In the large, fairly-empty room, Filip's phone suddenly rang, echoing around the room.

Filip, who was lying on the sofa, turned to look at the phone on the coffee table. Two seconds later, he

took it.

It was a message from Dillon.

"It's not a rumor. I saw it with my own eyes!"

Probably because Dillon didn't think it convincing, Filip received his call the next second.

Filip looked at the screen with a frown and his jaw clenched.

He didn't want to answer the call, assuming that Dillon wouldn't say anything pleasnt.

After a few seconds, Filip answered it. And the next second, Dillon's voice came from the other end of

the phone, "I didn't make it up. I'm telling the truth. I had the script revised and wanted to deliver it to Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Starry. Hardly had I got to the villa when I saw Hamish at the door. He said something was overcooked.

"Hamish got his hand injured. It's said that he saved Starry from the falling chandelier when Starry was

giving out awards on the stage at her company's anniversary party."

Dillon continued, "Do you think that's why Starry is with Hamish now?"

Filip finally couldn't bear to hear this and hung up the phone.

Words failed Dillon.

Filip was not as indifferent to Starry as he pretended to be!

A sudden rain at midnight announced the coming of the early fall.

When Starry woke up the next day, she found it quite chilly.

She changed the shirt into a relatively thicker sweater. With an umbrella, she planned to paint in the

pavilion by the lake.

The drizzly rain made the lake picturesque.

Just as Starry got out, she saw an unexpected visitor.

"Filip?"

Why was he here again?

Starry looked at Filip, who got down from the car, in confusion. Filip didn't hold an umbrella, as if he

didn't care about the rain.

Starry raised her umbrella and subconsciously tried to hold it over Filip's head. However, the next

second, she withdrew it.

Seeing this, Filip swallowed and handed Starry the file bag. "The maids found it when they were

cleaning the room."

"Mine?"

"Yes."

Starry glanced at Filip and took the file bag, "Thanks."

"Not at all."

However, Filip didn't leave. Instead, he looked at the easel Starry was carrying. "Are you going out to

paint?"

"Yes."

Starry looked at the water droplets in his hair. "Anything else?"

"Are you so sick of seeing me now?"

"I think you're the one who doesn't want to see me anymore."

Filip was lost for words. He sounded a little disgruntled. "I didn't say that."

Starry seemed confused. "But I don't think our meeting was necessary." She just put it in a blunt and

calm way.

Hearing this, Filip was irritated. "It's because the contract is over, right?"

Starry did not expect Filip to mention this after a year, so she was quite surprised. "Yes."

She suddenly lost the mood to paint.

Starry gently moved her umbrella. "It's raining. If there's nothing else, you can go now. This..." She

raised the file bag up. "Thank you so much. Next time if you find anything else, you can just throw it

away."

After all, Starry had taken away all that mattered to her, so anything left was insignificant.

"Throw it away?"

Filip was hurt by these words. He pointed at the file bag in Starry's hand. "Then why don't you throw

this away?" Frowning, he spoke in a somewhat cold tone.

Starry glanced at the file bag. "You are right. Why not?" Saying this, she walked over to a trash can and

dump the bag into it.

Filip looked at her, a mixture of emotions swirling in his eyes.

After a few seconds, he said, "It's up to you."

With that, he turned around and went back to the car.

With a bang, the car door was closed. Obviously, Filip was angry.

Soon, the black Maybach was gone.

Starry turned around and went back into the villa.

The car stopped when it was five hundred meters away from the villa. It turned around and drove back.

Soon, the car stopped where it had just been.

It was still raining. Filip got out of the car, walked to the trash can, picked up the file bag, and carried it

back to the car. Only then did he get back to driving.

Before the car left the villa, Filip saw another car approaching in the rearview mirror.

That car stopped where Filip had just parked, and soon a man got out of the passenger side.

It was Hamish.

Filip's face darkened as he stared coldly at the Hamish in the rearview mirror.

Hamish had noticed the Maybach when he had been in the car.

Holding his umbrella, Hamish looked at the Maybach and frowned.

Hamish found the license plate number was somewhat familiar.

For confirmation, he walked over as the Maybach did not leave.

Soon, Hamish got to it.

The car window was made with special glass, so Hamish couldn't see who was in the car.

But the windshield was clear and translucent, so Hamish took a step forward and looked in through it,

only to see it was Filip.

Filip and Hamish looked at each other. With a half smile, Hamish turned around, walked to the villa,

and rang the doorbell.

Very quickly, Starry opened the door and walked out with an umbrella.

"Good morning, Miss Bradley."

"Good morning."

Starry nodded and turned around with her umbrella to get back inside.

She didn't expect Hamish to come so early.

Before Hamish walked into the villa, he glanced at the rearview mirror of Filip's car with a smirk. The

next second, he snapped his gaze back and followed Starry into the villa.

Filip stared in the rearview mirror and looked villa surlier than ever.