Seeing Lawrence Winters' utterly puzzled expression, Edward Foster couldn't help but laugh, feeling an urge to pat her head to calm her flustered demeanor.
"Don't be too surprised. It's not entirely unexpected, right?" Edward gently comforted her, "Think about it, for someone with such great personal conditions, he's so low-profile in the entertainment industry, acting in only one movie a year and playing only supporting roles, yet he still lives comfortably. Even I, as his boss, am on brotherly terms with him. — Do you think someone like that would have a simple background?"
Lawrence Winters pouted, "I suspected he might have an extraordinary background, but investing such a large sum of money in his own film still surprises me."
"Alright, I'll tweet something right away. You go ahead and introduce our new show. — How about that post-apocalyptic sci-fi script?" Edward said as he checked his watch, planning to leverage the evening rush on social media to create a buzz.
