Quentin Grant gritted his teeth. "I wasn't asking you!"
Ethan Ellsworth let out a knowing "Oh." "Then it must be our second female lead. Madam Shaw has been in the business for a long time. Don't worry, she's a total pro. Besides, you don't even know her, and at her age, she's probably slept around hundreds of times."
Herman Hawthorne nearly burst out laughing, enjoying the show as he watched Quentin Grant's expression slowly darken from pale to thunderous.
"Ethan Ellsworth!"
Ethan Ellsworth stood up. "Well then, you two can chat. I'm going to use the restroom."
This time, Quentin Grant completely lost his temper.
"You stop right there!"
Ethan Ellsworth gave him a wounded look. "That's low, man. You won't even let a guy go to the bathroom? Don't you know that when nature calls, you have to answer? How am I supposed to hold it in?"
Quentin Grant cringed, a muscle in his cheek twitching. "Tell me about the scenes for this 'bed-hopping' lead actress."
