The Chosen System: Counterattack with Husband

While the brother and sister were sitting in the restaurant talking and chatting, in the upscale private ward of a hospital in the town of Idalidomiti, Jim was lying on the bed with a dull look in his eyes, staring blankly at the pale yellow ceiling just above his sight, and he didn't say a word.

He really didn't understand how he ended up here after just waking up from a coma.

The male assistant sitting beside the bed looked at his artist with a complicated expression, as if he had lost his soul. For a moment, he didn't know how to explain to him.

That day, the chief director of Xunyou Tianxia really left two people to take care of Jim, and led the rest of the crew forward without looking back. It was not until the evening that someone came to pick them up. It took a lot of effort to transfer the unconscious Jim from the mountains back to the relatively nearby town of Domiti.

When the male assistant asked the person who came to pick them up where the crew was going, the other party said that they were not very clear either. They were just commissioned to pick them up and did not know the crew's next direction.

Upon hearing this, the male assistant understood that his artist might have caused public outrage among the crew due to his inappropriate behavior during this period, so the other party asked Jim to leave the crew under the pretext of asking him to stay in Domiti Town to recuperate.

Thinking back to this, the male assistant once again looked at the artist lying too quietly on the hospital bed, and couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart.

I have to admit that although Jim is his boss, if you put yourself in the director's shoes, he probably wouldn't want someone like Jim to stay in the group.

Because during the time he worked as Jim's assistant, he really didn't feel that his boss was being polite at all.

The assistant's sigh was like an invisible key, which finally made Jim, who had been lying in a daze on the hospital bed for a long time, move a little.

As his eyes regained their normal focus, Jim turned his face towards where his assistant was sitting. He raised his hand that was receiving an IV drip and touched the tightly bandaged forehead and back of his head. He asked his assistant a question in an extremely incredulous tone.

"I was left behind by that group?"

"To put it bluntly, you've been left behind, boss."

The male assistant hesitated for a long time with an embarrassed look on his face before deciding to tell his boss the fact in a more straightforward way.

Euphemistic and beautiful words are not appropriate in the current situation. Apart from giving the boss some unnecessary fantasies, they do not provide any psychological comfort.

Hearing the assistant's answer, Jim looked at the assistant's face with even more shock, as if he had heard some extremely terrifying answer.

"No, how could I...how dare they?"

After realizing belatedly the sincerity in the assistant's words, Jim felt a blockage in his chest, and an emotion of unknown origin instantly filled his heart, prompting him to ask involuntarily.

The wound, which still hurts a little, reminds him all the time that he was indeed "driven out" by the director.

"Boss, your performance in the crew during this period is indeed not... satisfactory, and you just happened to be injured. It would be a good idea for you to take advantage of this period of time to recuperate in the hospital. It would be a good opportunity to calm down."

While Jim was in a coma, the male assistant had called the company for instructions. Surprisingly, the company did not even feel strange or puzzled about the director's disguised act of kicking people out of the group. They just told the assistant to take good care of the injured Jim and not to rush back home, and then simply hung up the phone.

After being hung up, the male assistant looked at his phone and curled his lips. He roughly understood what the company had conveyed to him.

It seems that the company also understands the temperament of its artist, and is prepared and prepared for problems that may arise at any time.

Jim slowly touched his handsome face, which he was always proud of, with his fingers. He really couldn't understand why the crew chose to abandon him.

He is Jim, the superstar that thousands of European women are crazy about. How could there be women and film crews who don't take him seriously? Are those people crazy?

The male assistant felt helpless seeing that his boss and artist had not yet fully accepted the reality.

In addition to facing those fans who are obsessed with him, Jim is also a little overconfident.

To put it bluntly, it's conceited.

If he had paid a little more attention to the personality and role that the company had spent so much effort to create for him during the show, he wouldn't have ended up being so disliked as he is today.

Although Jim's injury was indeed strange, it was a good thing in a way that someone was suppressing his overly arrogant personality and arrogance.

After digesting the assistant's answer for a while, Jim seemed to suddenly remember something. He struggled to sit up from the bed, and looked at the assistant sitting beside the bed with wide eyes with some excitement.

"The culprit who caused me to lie here, did you see clearly what he looked like?"

"He was so fast. By the time I reacted, you had already fallen face down on the ground."

When the assistant thought of the figure whose shape he couldn't even see clearly, he hesitated for a moment and chose another explanation.

For him, as long as he couldn't see the face clearly, it made no obvious difference whether the person who attacked was a person or a gust of wind.

Jim values ​​his handsome face so much, so this matter probably won't just be left unresolved.

Even if he didn't pursue being kicked off the set, Jim wasn't going to let the man who scarred his face walk free somewhere else.

Jim was obviously not satisfied with the assistant's answer. He tried hard to recall the details before he fainted. After reviewing them in his mind for more than ten seconds, his eyes suddenly brightened as if he had thought of something.

"Do you still remember that ungrateful woman? During the time I fainted, have you checked who she is?"

The male assistant's eyelids tightened, and he felt bitter in his heart when he heard Jim asking about the Chinese woman who had completely ignored him before.

--coming.

What is coming will eventually come. Even if he wants to hide it, he probably won’t be able to hide it for long.

While his artist and boss was in a coma, the male assistant did look up the information of the Chinese woman and finally learned her true identity.

But he didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing to tell Jim the woman's true identity now.

"You know who she is, don't you?"

Jim squinted his eyes and observed the complicated expression on his assistant's face, and keenly noticed something.

"Boss, I did go and find out her identity, but are you sure you want to know?"

Jim frowned in dissatisfaction at the assistant's hesitation.

"She's just a woman who's just pretending to be nice. Just tell me."

Seeing that Jim still didn't understand his hint, the male assistant sighed secretly, gave up the last pulling and struggling, and handed the information he searched on Google on his mobile phone to Jim.

Jim was somewhat surprised to see the woman's photo appear on Google Encyclopedia.

"Boss, this lady is not an ordinary person. She is a new capital force in China. She is very close to the four richest people in China and is highly valued by the government. She is not a simple person."

When Jim clicked on the first search record and carefully looked at the information of the woman named "Xu Yiyu", the male assistant was also adding explanations at the same time.

Afraid that his overly conceited boss didn't know how powerful he was, the male assistant emphasized the woman's past experience in a very serious tone, in order to prevent Jim from flying directly to China to cause trouble for the other party in a fit of anger.

But to his surprise, after reading the information of the Chinese woman, Jim handed the phone back to him very calmly without showing any excessive excitement.

But just when the male assistant thought that his boss and artist had finally come to his senses, Jim said something in a very nonchalant tone.

"A public figure? That's easier."

For some reason, the male assistant felt a chill on his back after hearing this sentence, and then immediately looked at Jim's eyes on the hospital bed. Sure enough, he saw a subtle glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

Could it be that his boss... was about to cause some big trouble again? !