Mia Lane really didn’t expect her to come over. She had always hoped not to have any interaction with Sean Dalton, but she kept showing up, stirring her deeply buried memories again and again.
Mia Lane met that provocative gaze with eyes as indifferent as a celestial being encountering a demon.
"What charm do you really have? I can’t see it," Sean Dalton’s gaze on her was like a spotlight, and with a cold laugh, he spat out wild words, "Already married and even had two kids before the wedding, has Anton Ford never seen a woman, or is it... you’re very skilled in bed?"
Slap—!
Mia Lane raised her hand and slapped her across the face!
So fast was the motion that Sean Dalton was caught off guard, and even her assistant was taken aback!
Mary was also startled! She looked at her in shock.
Mia Lane coldly stared at the woman who had been slapped, her gaze slightly dark, "How dirty must one’s heart be to have such filthy thoughts?"
"You slapped me?!" Sean Dalton covered her stinging face, looking at her with great anger, "How dare you slap me?!" she shouted loudly, ready to retaliate!
In a panic, Mary rushed forward!
Mia Lane grasped Sean Dalton’s delicate wrist with a hint of sharpness in her eyes, "What? I’m dubbing for you, and you want to fight here?"
"You hit me first!!" Sean Dalton screamed hysterically, feeling greatly insulted, "Let go! Let me go!"
At the door, Anton Miller stopped in his tracks, hearing Sean Dalton’s voice and happened to see what was happening inside.
His gaze darkened further, and his expression looked very unpleasant.
"Who told you to be disrespectful?" Mia Lane pushed her away, releasing her hand, and looked steadily at her with a calm tone, "If people don’t offend me, I don’t offend them. But you come to the recording studio to pick a fight?"
At this moment, with a stern face, Anton Miller stepped inside.
Sean Dalton originally wanted to shout some more, but when she heard the footsteps, she turned her gaze.
Upon seeing Anton Miller, a tightness gripped her chest as she struggled to regain her composure.
Anton Miller’s eyes utterly disregarded her; even as he passed by her, he didn’t give her a direct look, treating her like air.
He walked straight to Mia Lane and stood in front of her, asking with concern, "Are you alright?"
Mia Lane only wanted to keep a low profile. She shook her head, "I’m fine. I’m about to start recording. Could you please take her out? Thank you."
Only then did Anton Miller turn his gaze to Sean Dalton.
When she met his gaze, Sean Dalton’s eyes seemed scorched, she shifted her gaze, awkwardly pressed her lips together, and turned to leave on her own.
Anton Miller’s gaze returned to Mia Lane.
He softly said to her, "Then do a good recording, I’ll wait for you outside."
"Why would you wait for me?" She called out to stop him, "I need to work for at least three hours straight."
"That’s okay," he said with a smile, "I have nothing else to do anyway. I’ll just wait for you."
"You don’t have to wait for me!" she emphasized.
But he turned around and left, not wanting to delay her for one more minute.
The recording studio door closed.
Mia Lane’s brows furrowed slightly, no one knew what she was thinking.
Mary breathed a sigh of relief, almost scared to death, "Mia... are all the female stars this shrewish nowadays? Thank goodness you’re not hurt, otherwise, I’d have no idea how to explain back home."
"Facing such people, I have my ways, there’s no need for you to be nervous," Mia Lane told her, "A woman can’t be too weak, you have to learn to protect yourself at all times, or others will always think we’re easy to bully."
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Anton Miller took a few steps forward, turned around, and blocked Sean Dalton’s path with his body.