Sophia arrived, and Yusuf Zuck left. On the same day, she rushed to the film crew and then joined Sara Zuck's side as a makeup artist.
Meanwhile, in the central sea, Hongqiao Airport.
Tyler Nash sat in Kevin Nash's private Bentley, greeting a foreigner who had just gotten off the plane with a handshake.
The foreigner was around fifty years old, dressed in a tailcoat, a pure white man with brown hair and a slight curl.
"Welcome, honorable Count Ross." The two shook hands and greeted each other in the car.
"Mr. Nash, our young master is very interested in your proposition for cooperation and looks forward to a pleasant collaboration," Count Ross said with a smile.
"Naturally, it will be pleasurable. I have already prepared a sumptuous banquet for His Excellency the Count, and I believe His Excellency will certainly enjoy it," Tyler Nash said with a muted laugh.
"Haha, I can hardly wait," Count Ross laughed heartily.