Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 182

“Veridia?”

Joshua thought he’d misheard. “Aren’t we shooting a period drama?”

“We are,” the director said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “But this is a major production, and after extensive discussion, we’ve decided to shoot on location. Veridia is a better fit.”

Joshua’s frown deepened. “Why wasn’t this mentioned before we started filming?”

“Why didn’t you mention you’d be taking a two-week vacation from the set?” the director retorted.

Joshua was speechless. “…”

Who the hell had given the director the nerve to talk to him like that? An image of a man in a white suit flashed through his mind.

George!

It had to be that despicable bastard. It was laughably easy for a major investor to influence a film’s production.

Joshua was seething. “Veridia is too far. I’m not going.” He wasn’t a pushover. He was a bona fide superstar with millions of fans, at the very top of the entertainment industry.

“Fine,” the director said coolly. “Then get your hundred million ready.”

Joshua gritted his teeth. “Book me a flight.”

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With the official start of the school year came the early mornings. Just after six, Marguerite came downstairs in her school uniform, backpack slung over her shoulder. Hearing noises from the kitchen, she glanced at the time and frowned slightly.

"George is up this early making breakfast?" she wondered. "His hand isn’t fully healed; he should be resting."

She walked to the kitchen and poked her head in, only to see a middle-aged man in a chef’s hat.

Aaron frowned. “Who gave you food? Don’t eat anything from them anymore. I’ll bring you breakfast from now on.” Who was trying to steal his job?

Marguerite nodded. “Okay, I’ll tell the chef at the villa not to worry about me.” Theobald’s staff was making breakfast anyway; it made sense for them to just make an extra portion instead of having Louis go to the trouble.

Aaron smiled. “Good.”

At lunchtime in the cafeteria, Marguerite, Aaron, and Cedric sat at their usual table. Cedric, ever the cheerful and outgoing one, had taken to calling Marguerite “milady.” Aaron had shot him several cold glares, but Cedric remained oblivious.

“Milady, I’ve added you to our class group chat,” Cedric announced.

Marguerite nodded, taking a bite of what appeared to be shredded potatoes mixed with dragon fruit. She almost gagged. Aaron and Cedric had been fighting over who would get her lunch, so she’d decided to just get in line with them. That’s when she saw it. She was always curious about new things and had a deep, abiding love for potatoes. Fried, boiled, sautéed, mashed… she loved them in every form. In potatoes we trust!

But this dragon fruit and potato concoction was a culinary crime.