Sweet like Wine: Love Your Dimples Even More-Chapter 151 - 74: Wen the Gold Medal Screenwriter Yi

Chapter 151: Chapter 74: Wen the Gold Medal Screenwriter Yi

Summer Fairmont didn’t answer.

Gordon Sterling’s compliments aren’t something just anyone can respond to.

No matter how extraordinary, out of the ordinary, or even beyond ordinary Summer Fairmont might be, he still doesn’t know how to respond.

As a big influencer with twenty million followers, Gordo can’t stand being ignored.

Facing neglect from Summer Fairmont, he had to regain his ground with Sean Lowell: "Summer said she’d see me off, aren’t you packing yet?"

"..."

With that question from Gordon Sterling, silence fell again.

"Doctor, did you say, I, today, can, fly, or?" Sean Lowell spoke at a pace so slow.

Slow enough for Gordon Sterling to think he was watching a slow-motion playback of a soccer match.

"Then... should you... rest... two more days?" Gordon Sterling’s response wasn’t much faster than Sean Lowell’s.

"That, might, be, a bit, inconvenient?" Sean Lowell looked at Summer Fairmont.

Gordon Sterling felt like a thousand animals were running wild in his heart.

Who said The Jilted is out of touch with reality?

Those mere 19.8 million followers, must be blind, right?

"It seems... maybe... possibly... perhaps... there’s just... a tiny bit... of inconvenience... Summer?"

Sean Lowell just spoke with the playback speed at 0.5 times.

Gordon Sterling directly set the playback speed to 0.25 times.

Summer Fairmont watched the "slow-motion replay" between Sean Lowell and Gordon Sterling with a blank expression.

He only spoke after their performance ended: "You lie. I send."

A total of four words.

The first two directed at Sean Lowell, the latter two aimed at Gordon Sterling.

"Oh? Hey! My dear Summer is truly beautiful inside and out, with a heart of gold."

The "Gordo praises people" series, and it’s one of those unstoppable kinds.

...............

The airport on Islay is small, converted from a WWII military airfield.

Very small, especially small, truly small.

So small that it doesn’t resemble an airport, but more like a landing strip for obtaining a light aircraft pilot’s license.

Summer Fairmont sat in the car driven by Gordon Sterling’s driver, quietly "escorting" Gordon Sterling to the airport.

No matter what Gordon Sterling said, she just quietly listened.

Making Gordon Sterling question if he can truly make countless girls burst into laughter as the top comedian.

Arriving at the small parking lot of the airport, Summer Fairmont unsurprisingly saw Artie Vaughn’s big G, parked in one of the few airport parking spots.

Artie was in a hurry, his scripts moving himself, written hastily.

Little Punk Lolita packing her luggage and writing a script in her mind probably didn’t think that flights from Islay to Glaslow aren’t always available, nor can you just leave whenever.

The small airport, the tower like a wilderness, the waiting room like a container, after checking in the luggage, instead of waiting inside, it’s better to sit in the Brabus 700 G, listen to music, and watch the scenery.

Summer Fairmont instructed the driver to park the business car next to Artie’s car.

When Artie left in a hurry, racing against the clock, perhaps she thoughtfully considered that Summer Fairmont didn’t have a car.

After making breakfast for Gordon Sterling, Summer Fairmont leisurely caught up with the "idol drama heroine + scriptwriter" without breaking a sweat.

The first thing Summer Fairmont did after getting out of the car was to knock on the car window of Artie’s passenger seat.

Artie seemed to have cried herself tired, now resting against the car.

Seeing Summer Fairmont, she was startled, directly jumping up from the seat, successfully causing her head to have a close encounter with the high car roof.

Artie rolled down the window to check if she was seeing things.

Only to find standing at the car door her "once" best friend.

This "once" was valid until this morning.

"No way you’re bullying me like this! Artie has used every bit of strength to make you happy, Summer, yet you still come to laugh at Artie’s misery, huh?" Artie was frantic.

After writing the script for so long, perfectly playing the role of a tragic and yet grand heroine, who loves to the extreme and can let go gracefully for her best friend.

All her emotions in place, only to be upstaged by a sudden "extra" barging in.

This kind of breakdown, if you’ve never been the heroine of an idol drama, it’s hard to relate.

Summer Fairmont paid no heed to Artie’s frenzy.

Her cool expression, unchanging tone.

Extending her hand, palm open, then speaking up: "Keys."

"Keys? Summer wants Artie’s car keys to help sell the car?" Super Translator Artie quickly came up with an interpretation: "Artie’s so infuriated, yet Summer can only focus on the promise to help sell the car, right? Summer’s not here to apologize, you’re here to get under Artie’s skin, aren’t you?"