She wanted to obliterate this 'ugly monster'!
But Diana remained unfazed.
Seeing Scarlett charge at her, she subtly sidestepped, swiftly dodging her.
In passing, she extended her leg, tripping Scarlett.
"Ah!"
Scarlett hadn't expected this reaction.
Completely unprepared, she fell hard to the floor, letting out a painful cry.
Everyone on set froze.
Once they realized what had happened, not a single person rushed to help her.
They all felt a surge of relief, a release of pent-up anger.
Comfortable!
"Ms. Patel, are you okay?"
Finally, Scarlett's manager was the first to react, urging the nearby assistants forward.
"What are you standing around for?! Hurry over there!"
Godber reluctantly followed, reaching out to help Scarlett up.
But she flung his hand away. "Get off me!"
She sat up, covering her bleeding nose, pointing a trembling finger at Diana. "It's you... all your fault
"I do believe that the scene where she's hit was commendable, adding depth to the performance," Osbaldeston, the director, tried to smooth things over. Christopher exchanged greetings with him, naturally inclining a bit towards Scarlett. "The final scene, I recall it wasn't originally like this. Was it a last-minute change?" Tony, reclining in his chair, suddenly spoke up. Paul reluctantly nodded, "Yeah, Scarlett requested the alteration on the spot. It shows she's capable; it's just first-time jitters." "Well, that's quite bold. Especially considering that slap just now was undeniably real..." Tony smirked, offering his assessment. Paul felt a pang of discomfort. He knew deep down that the assistant deliberately slapped Scarlett. Now, Scarlett, in that state, seemed uncontrollable. He regretted taking on Scarlett, who had become quite a handful. Meanwhile, backstage was in chaos. People attended to Scarlett—fanning her, fetching water
This reckless little troublemaker! He'd erase the evidence and give her a harsh lesson! "You've picked the wrong place, thinking you're clever, but no one will hear your cries for help." "No mistake. I deliberately chose this place," Diana replied calmly. Rathbone froze. Before he could react, the girl in front narrowed her eyes. She let out a light snort. Then, swiftly, she raised her foot and kicked towards his abdomen. A heavy flying kick propelled Rathbone's 180-pound frame several meters! He crashed into a nearby trash can, dropping to his knees. With a loud "whoosh," he vomited on the ground! What the heck?! This girl seemed so delicate, how could she have such strength?! Rathbone broke into a cold sweat. He was completely dazed by the sudden blow. Diana approached slowly. She grabbed a handful of his hair, forcing him to meet her gaze. Though her eye
John hadn't said much throughout the ride. His expression was subdued, his captivating eyes distant and seemingly veiled in mist. It was quite apparent. His mood wasn't the best. What's wrong with this guy again? Diana was puzzled. She opened the car door. "John, I'm going now." "Hmm." "Am I really leaving?" John frowned. He seemed pretty concerned about Tony's matter. Just met and so eager to leave? "Four days." "Huh?" John caught her off guard. He leaned back in his seat, with a domineering air. "You said it would be resolved in a week. Now, there are only four days left." Diana cursed inwardly. Wasn't it because she was afraid he'd get the wrong idea, so she reluctantly shortened the time to a week? "Oh, you can relax. I remember," Diana nodded repeatedly. She remembered. But whether she'd come back then wasn't certain.
He spoke in a gentle tone, "Tony, I really wanted to talk to you. It's disheartening that you're not giving me a chance. I'm at a loss..." He glanced down, appearing somewhat uncomfortable. "Even though my popularity has risen in recent years, I never intended to take your top spot. In my heart, you've always been someone I respect as a senior." At his words, everyone seemed pensive. Was Tony holding something against Paul all this time? The impression was that these two had serious issues, but now it seemed different. Was it Paul trying to make amends, and Tony refusing? Who would've thought Tony was this petty? Amidst the murmurs and whispers... Tony, expressionless, replied, "Oh, barging into my room late at night with your assistant, is this your idea of respect?" Paul defended himself, "I was anxious when you ignored me, it was a spur-of-the-moment decision..." "I'm tired. Let's talk about t
Glancing at the time on her phone, Diana said, "Big sis, it's getting late. You should rest; I'll leave first." "If we go out now, Paul might still be waiting outside. Let's wait a little longer." Tony sounded a bit cautious. But Diana waved her hand dismissively. "Don't worry, we won't use the door." "Then how will you leave?" Tony looked puzzled. "Not going through the door?" Could they really be considering climbing out the window? Before this idea could settle, Mitbahl suddenly approached the window, effortlessly propping himself on the sill. With a swift movement, he leaped out. Tony's eyes widened, stunned for a moment. Then his expression twisted. "Jump... jumping out of the building!?" Holy cow! Someone was jumping out of the building! Tony, horrified, grabbed his phone. "I'll call 911." As he spoke, a head appeared from above the window, "Call 911
His pupils widened a fraction, a sense of surprise lingering. It felt nice. Colin's slender fingers lowered, carefully sliding that picture into his wallet. Leah was enthusiastically examining the photos, her lovely face radiating joy. Colin ruffled her hair. "I'll grab something from the locker, wait here." "Okay," Leah nodded. As Colin moved away, she remained seated, cherishing the photos in her hands. Suddenly, a figure appeared beside her. Leah looked up and saw a girl sitting next to her, wearing a black hat that partially obscured her face. The girl then turned to Leah. "Hand it over," she demanded. Leah was puzzled. "What?" "The photo. Give it to me." The girl's tone was impatient. Leah stared at her, scrutinizing her for a moment before suddenly realizing. "Oh, it's you." Leah recognized her. She was the girl who had shown interest in Colin at the hospital.
Post-performance, Anthony sensed something amiss.He glared at Bailey, "What was with your shoddy acting? Your lines were all over the place, and you totally threw me off!"Bailey seemed miffed but dared not challenge Anthony.He retorted, "Whatever, Tony has the 'S' card, he can save us once, right?"He couldn't care less about the outcome.He never intended to act seriously anyway.Even though their performance was dreadful.According to the show's rules, every director had three 'S' cards.Whichever contestant they granted it to would directly advance.Tony was going to save him anyway; he'd definitely play the 'S' card.Even if the audience found it unfair, the blame wouldn't fall on him first; it would be Tony in the hot seat.He'd reap the benefits.Thinking this, Bailey's expression relaxed further.Leo seemed uneasy.He leaned in towards Diana."Diana, let's be honest, wa
"Remember when Anthony hit you? His popularity soared. It's not worth the effort." said the manager. "What should I do now? I was supposed to get famous from this show, and now I'm eliminated... Ahh!" Bailey's agitation reopened the wound on his face, causing him to gasp for air. He grew angrier. "Ultimately, it's all Tony's fault. Looks like he doesn't want to live. I swear, this time I'll destroy him!" With that, Bailey pulled out his phone. He dialed Rathbone's number. As soon as it connected, he howled, "Dad, you've got to save me!" ... After getting rid of Bailey, Diana calmly sat aside, waiting for Tony to finish recording. The wait was a bit dull. She took out her phone and looked at John's picture. She squinted her eyes, a bold idea striking her mind. Might as well tease him. Resting her chin on her hand, she pondered for a moment. Then swiftly, she typed out a message.