Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 689 - 685, it’s not your friend who is sick.

"Lies? You didn’t have a miscarriage?" Sister Lisa raised her head suspiciously, still holding a bowl in her hands.

Elizabeth White raised an eyebrow smugly and placed a piece of sea cucumber in Sister Lisa’s bowl. "It seems even fate is helping me; when I fell down the stairs, I got so scared that my period started!"

"What did you say? It wasn’t a miscarriage? It was your period!"

"Shh! Keep your voice down." Sister Lisa’s voice got a bit loud out of excitement, and Elizabeth quickly gestured with her fingers and looked around. Seeing no one was paying attention to their conversation, she continued, "That’s why I say fate is helping me."

Although she’s not the female lead now, with Felix Shaw as her patron, she’s walking tall in the entire crew. Even the director has to smile along because Felix Shaw has already talked to the director, and in the next project, she’s going to be the lead actress. The director is even invited for this, so the director is contacting the screenwriter to prepare the script.

Sister Lisa sneered, "You surely know how to play your cards."

She tossed a piece of sea cucumber into her mouth and couldn’t help but snort coldly, "Director Shaw is just rich and a fool to deceive. He doesn’t even remember what he said when doing things, and takes any casual word seriously."

"Sister Lisa~" Elizabeth pouted unhappily, "Why not say that I have great charm?"

Sister Lisa disapprovingly curled her lips, "I don’t see the charm, but you do have a lot of cunning."

"Thanks for the compliment, Sister Lisa." Elizabeth smiled brightly, and Sister Lisa sighed, shaking her head. "Sigh, it seems like Director Shaw’s fiancée will suffer in the future." Facing such a conniving homewrecker who has Felix Shaw wrapped around her finger.

"Hmph! She deserves it, who told her to fight with me for a man!" Elizabeth lifted her chin disdainfully.

In T City, after Felix Shaw returned, he arranged to meet Mia Foster that evening, with his father Oliver Shaw watching him make the call to Mia Foster.

The two of them sat in a Western restaurant, each with a glass of red wine in front of them.

Mia Foster was cutting her steak absentmindedly and asked, "Felix, is your friend’s illness getting better?"

"It’s okay, he’s discharged." Felix Shaw paused from cutting his steak, picked up a wine glass, and took a shallow sip of red wine with a natural demeanor.

Mia Foster also put down her knife and fork, picked up her wine glass, and gently swirled it, looking at Felix Shaw with a smile. "What illness, that he got discharged so quickly."

Felix Shaw touched his nose and lowered his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh. "I’m not quite sure either,"

Mia Foster smiled, "How can you be so careless, visiting a sick person and not even asking what illness they had?"

"We’re not that close, it’s more of a formality." Felix Shaw continued to scratch his nose, noticing his little actions. Through their time together, Mia Foster discovered that whenever he lies, he either touches or scratches his nose to mask his guilty conscience.

"Is that so?" Mia Foster smiled sarcastically, wondering how he could leave her alone at such an important moment if they weren’t close.

Seeing Felix Shaw looking down and swirling his wine, Mia Foster put away her smile and spoke seriously, "Felix, if I’m not mistaken, it wasn’t your friend who was sick."

"How do you know?" Felix Shaw’s expression visibly changed, and if she wasn’t mistaken, there was a flash of sharpness passing through his eyes.

Mia Foster chuckled lightly, her gaze resting on the gently swirling red liquid in her hand. "After you left, I called Titus Zane. If it was your friend, Nathan Moore would have gone with you, not just you alone."

As Mia Foster finished speaking, the peach blossom eyes of Felix Shaw clearly turned cold.