Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute

Chapter 93 No Trouble at All

Starry's started the engine and her car was out of sight soon. Dillon checked the time and grumbled,

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Dillon's words irritated Filip. He closed his eyes again, agitated.

When Starry and Hamish arrived at Hamish's apartment, it was already 1:30 am. Usually, Starry was

asleep at that moment, so now she was more than sleepy.

Hamish unfastened the seatbelt, "Thank you for driving me home, Miss Bradley."

Also tired, he got out of the car after expressing his gratitude.

"Have a good rest, bye."

"Be careful while driving."

Standing under the streetlamp, Hamish waved her goodbye.

Starry pulled up one side of her mouth and then pressed a button to roll up the window. She began to

reverse her car.

As she drove, the figure of Hamish gradually disappeared from the rearview mirror.

When she just drove out of the community Hamish lived in, she yawned out of exhaustion.

The red traffic light was on, so she stopped the car and rummaged in her bag for a small bottle of

eyedrop to wet her tired eyes.

The cool eyedrop drove her sleepiness away. She sped up the car when she realized that there were

almost no people outside on the road.

The car sped up gradually, but even Starry herself didn't notice that.

Every staff of Archangel Pictures was quailed by the accident at the anniversary party.

Since Hamish was hurt, Catherine did not arrange other work for him and only sent him to attend

lessons on body shape and acting skills.

Archangel Pictures invested a large sum of money in the training of new stars. They hired retired

famous professors to teach them.

After half a year of systematic training, Hamish made great progress in every aspect.

Besides, since Archangel Pictures had introduced him to many film/TV soap-making companies, he

had received a lot of invitations to act as the main character recently.

It was a great pity that he could not act in the near future since he was hurt and Catherine turned down

all those invitations for him.

Old Mr. Richards also learnt the news. Although he tried to look nonchalant, he secretly sent his

secretary to Araria City to make sure that Hamish was recovering.

Starry felt indebted to Hamish since he was hurt because of her. She knew that he was home alone

these days after he asked for a few days of leave, so she decided to cook a lunch for him and drove

him to the hospital for a further check in the afternoon.

There were many people coming and going outside the building Hamish lived in at noon.

After parking her car, Starry got out of her car with the lunch she made.

It was already October and the weather in Araria City was cool.

Starry was in a French dress and a creamy-white thin sweater. The wind blew her dress up and

exposed her snowy-white, delicate ankle.

Two girls were astonished by Starry's beauty when she passed them.

"Oh my goodness. She was so charming!"

"Indeed! She looked gorgeous!"

Starry heard their whisper.

Her lips slightly curled up. She opened the door and entered the building.

It was lunch time, so many people were going home to have their meal, which made the lift crowded.

When Starry entered the lift, the fresh fragrance on her clothes claimed everyone's attention.

Reminded by a beep that the lift was full, Starry exited and signaled to the people inside the lift that she

would take the next lift.

The door of the lift was then closed.

She lowered her head to check the time—it was only 12:40—and found that she arrived early.

The next lift was not as crowded as the last one. There were altogether 31 floors in this building and

Hamish lived on the 29th floor.

After 30 seconds, the lift stopped at the 29th floor and the door was opened.

With the lunch box, Starry walked out of the lift and towards Hamish apartment.

She rang the bell several times before Hamish finally showed up to open the door.

He was in a black t-shirt. His bangs hung over his forehead in a free and casual way, exactly like his

personality.

The slovenliness in his eyes disappeared when he saw Starry, "Hi, Miss Bradley."

Hamish turned a little and ushered her in.

Starry entered with the lunch box without hesitation, "After your lunch, I will drive you to the hospital for

a further check on your arm."

Hamish raised one eyebrow and accepted the suggestion, "Thank you, Miss Bradley."

Starry took the glass of water given by him and said, "Never mind."

Seated in the armchair, he opened the lunch box and was cheered up by the delicious smell. It was the

second time that Starry cooked for him.

Delicious again.

Starry was busy with the business files, so she did not pay attention to what Hamish was actually

doing.

After a while, she finally realized the weird silence in the apartment. She glanced up and their eyes

met.

Startled, she shifted her eyes to the lunch box, "Finish?"

"Yes. You are a good cook, Miss Bradley."

Beaming, he leaned his back against the chairback and said, "Can I have lunch in your home tomorrow

if it doesn't trouble you."

At his words, Starry slightly shivered. She looked up at him and said, "Not at all."

"Then I'll go for it."

She grinned. After checking the time, she asked, "Do you want to get dressed before we head for the

hospital?"

Hamish looked down at his black t-shirt and said, "Give me five minutes."

Then, he stood up and entered his room.

Soon, he walked out of his room again. He was in a white t-shirt now with a baseball cap.

He now knew how to disguise himself.

Starry eyed him and then stood up from the sofa, "Let's go."

"Okay."

Hamish responded and followed her out of the apartment.

The doctor had just arrived at his office when they came.

Hamish recovered well and, after the check that day, he would need only one more check 7 days later.

Within half an hour, Starry drove Hamish home. Then, she headed for her villa.

It was Friday. Although it was only 3 pm, there were already many vehicles running on the road and

traffic jams were everywhere.

Starry was not a skillful driver, so when the car in front came to a sudden brake, she bashed into it no

matter how quickly she tried to react and how heavily she slammed on the brake.

It was not a heavy crash and none of the airbags were released.

Starry got out of the car after it fully stopped.

The other driver got out of the car soon. After having a look at the crash, he said, "I'm sorry, Ms. I'm the

one to blame. I was absentminded for a second just now. The crash didn't cause much damage to your

car. Can we just settle it privately out of the court?"

Then, a middle-aged man also got out of the car in front, "Miss, I'll give you 5000, and we'll settle this.

How about that?"

Starry did not want to waste more time on it, "Okay, deal."

The middle-aged man transferred 5000 to Starry. After receiving the money, she got in the car and

drove away quickly in fear that they would cause a traffic jam.