Chapter 434: Mr. Rathbone, right? I'm a journalist

"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