Meanwhile, Misoup swiftly knocked Mitbahl down with a kick and then dropped the big hammer onto his chest.
"Stay still."
The hammer made a dull thud as it pressed against Mitbahl's chest, startling the assistant director.
"Wow, these props are getting realistic," the assistant director murmured, noticing the dirt on the hammer. Someone might mistake it for a real one!
Diana sensed something was off. "Wait, this seems like..."
Thud!
Before Diana could finish, Misoup's hammer came crashing down again, hitting on Mitbahl's chest with a loud bang.
"Whoa?!" The assistant director staggered back, finally realizing something was wrong.
Bending down, he touched the hammer, feeling its weight and texture. It was unbelievably real!
His expression twisted in shock. This wasn't a prop—it was an actual hammer!
The assistant director froze in horror. They'd... they'd caused harm!
Oh my!
They'd harmed s
Grabbing Diana's face, he swiftly started removing her makeup, the movements of his hands speeding up. "This...!" After wiping away the makeup, the revealed skin was unbelievably fair, smooth, and flawless! This was mind-boggling! The makeup artist widened his eyes and swiftly began cleansing Diana's face. As her exaggerated makeup was wiped away, her true face gradually emerged. "Oh my God!" "I can't believe it, it's simply unbelievable!" The makeup artist marveled in a sequence of exclamations. His facial expression transitioned from disdain to confusion, from confusion to astonishment, and finally settled into absolute admiration. Staring at this fair and delicate face before him, he froze. Oh my goodness! What kind of ethereal beauty is this?! Even without makeup, her skin was astonishingly flawless, delicate to the touch! Features as refined as a painting, naturally r
Paul's face darkened. The incident with Scarlett had been traced back to him online, even affecting his Twitter. He had been receiving a lot of criticism these days. "Then wait and see. Your side seems pretty precarious for tonight's elimination." Paul added resentfully. Tony chuckled, "You never know." With that, he turned and walked inside, leaving Paul outside with a grim expression. Leo and Anthony, the golden boys in Tony's group, had received more attention and screen time from Tony's side. Paul had initially planned to outshine Tony through this show or maybe even get close to Anthony. But as the show approached its end, he hadn't achieved either goal, and Scarlett's mess had only caused him trouble. The talent agent, Pomeroy, leaned in beside Paul. "Paul, don't sweat it. He can't be that lucky every time. Leo and Anthony might have the numbers, but tonight, it's your championship." Paul fin
Diana glanced at him casually. "If your stage performance matches your off-stage drama, you could win ten Oscars. You've misunderstood. It's not because of you..." "Then it's definitely because of Leo here!" Anthony jumped up, ready to force Leo to apologize. Diana interrupted them, "It has nothing to do with you two. I have personal matters to attend to. Hawkesworth and the new assistant will handle things afterward." She turned to Hawkesworth. Meeting her gaze, Hawkesworth shuddered, quickly nodding repeatedly. He hadn't fully recovered from the shock. He had been working with such a stunning woman for so long?! Leo and Anthony stood silently, faces frozen in shock. "Shoot, Diana, what do I do if you leave? I won't even record anymore!" Anthony pouted, upset. His little temper flared, ready to cause a scene. Suddenly, Anthony seemed to realize something. He spun around, eyes wid
Diana wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm going on you~" John's eyes darkened slightly. He grabbed her slender waist. "Where did you learn these things?" "Practice makes perfect, naturally..." Diana replied nonchalantly. She wasn’t the inexperienced young girl she once was. She’d been through this with him multiple times. Though saying these words made her heart race, there was an inexplicable excitement, making her extremely comfortable. It was... thrilling! Especially when teasing the man she liked, and moreover... who had that cold and restrained demeanor! She wanted to melt the ice in his eyes. Wanted to see his self-assured self-control dissipate... Thinking of this scene, she couldn’t contain her excitement. John caught her restless little hand. "You haven't explained why you're dressed like this." Diana paused for a moment, almost rolling off him in frustration. Seriousl
Looks like there'd be quite a show soon. Ethan nodded, finding her rationale sound. Unexpectedly, Diana turned to him. "You're too slow, step on it." Puzzled, Ethan asked, "Ms. Thompson, is there something urgent?" "Yeah... indeed, very urgent." She glanced at the handsome man beside her, a faintly suggestive smile playing on her lips. She was eager to be with her ice-cold man. Wasn't that urgent? Pressured by Diana, Ethan increased the speed. The car raced onwards, swiftly reaching John's private residence. After escorting the two inside, Ethan promptly drove away. Diana, draped in John's suit, walked into the mansion with John. She ascended the spiral staircase, taking the lead. Neither of them spoke. In the vast and quiet space, only the faint echoes of their footsteps remained. Halfway up, Diana abruptly halted. Turning, she glanced back at John
"This is your room. Who would see us?" Andrew's eyes behind his glasses flickered, a hint of scrutiny in them. "Tony, you're still avoiding me." Andrew extended slender fingers, tilting Tony's chin up. Their eyes met. Tony's jet-black pupils flickered with a glint of wary coldness. Was he guarding himself? On Andrew's handsome and refined face, a slight furrow formed on his brow, a probing glint in his eyes. Releasing his grip, a touch of tenderness surfaced in Andrew's eyes. "Let's talk this out properly this time, shall we?" Meeting those warm eyes, Tony quickly looked away. He reminded himself to stay composed. This guy was a scoundrel! A hypocritical scoundrel! He couldn't let himself be deceived by Andrew's false façade again! "Talk about what?" Tony steadied himself, wearing an indifferent expression. "Tony, stay with me," Andrew spoke frankly.
Andrew suddenly opened his eyes, then holding Tony's waist, pushed him onto the nearby bed. Standing by the bed, he systematically removed his suit, then his tie. One leg knelt between Tony's legs, placing the tie in Tony's hand. Tony glared, "Wanna play again?" Andrew sometimes behaved roughly in bed, often using ties to bind him. A refined brute! But the man just smiled faintly. Bending down, he whispered in Tony's ear, "Didn't I say tonight is for you to play? So, the tie is for you to use." Tony squinted his pretty eyes. Didn't expect that. Andrew could be so seductive? Tony grabbed the tie, swiftly flipped over, attempting to bind Andrew's hands. But he wasn't adept at this. After all, he had always been the one being tied up. After fumbling for a while, he managed to loosely secure it. Tony narrowed his eyes, carefully studying the man in front of him.
With a gentle smile, he turned and left. Leaving Stella utterly puzzled. What was going on? Andrew seemed off today? Puzzled, Tony opened the door and appeared. Stella squinted. "What's going on? Last time, you said the intimate relationship between you two was over?" "Yeah, it's over." Tony shrugged. "So now... we're probably in a romantic relationship." Stella: ... "What are you doing? You said Andrew wasn't serious about you at all. Did you ever think about that? Have you gone crazy?!" "Maybe." Tony took out a cigarette from his pocket, his eyes briefly softened. "Maybe I am crazy to believe his nonsense." But Andrew's words were too tempting. Spending a lifetime with him... He'd gamble one last time. ... When Diana woke up, it was nearly noon. She sat up in bed, her hair a disheveled mess, feeling disoriented for a few seconds. "Did I ov