Ben nodded and hurriedly walked towards Liora's office with the thermal lunchbox in hand.
Entering Liora's office, Ben placed the lunchbox down and nervously waited.
Surprisingly, Wesley turned out to be Liora's younger brother. He had played a prank on her own brother. This was getting messier; he hadn't even caught up to Liora, and he had already offended her brother.
How was he going to explain when Liora arrived?
Rubbing his hands anxiously, Ben began rehearsing his lines.
"Dr. Jephson, I was just joking with Wesley last time, but he took it seriously."
No, too fake. He had been cursing Wesley just the other day, calling him all sorts of names.
"Although Wesley and I don't get along, if he's your brother, I'll tolerate him."
That didn't sound right either. It made it seem like all the faults were on Wesley, and he was being magnanimous. Too hypocritical.
"I actually like Wesley; it's just that due to our pos
"Wesley, I didn't say Ben; I clearly said bun..." "You keep talking about 'Ben'! Can't you just shut up!?" Wesley erupted. The assistant, feeling wronged, obediently closed his mouth. It was a music festival, and Wesley was driven mad by Fly(Ben). After returning, he locked himself in his room all night, emerging agitated and hypersensitive, uncertain if today's shoot would proceed smoothly. Wesley sat on the chair, glaring at the makeup artist. "What are you standing there for? Start doing my makeup." "Right away." The makeup artist silently prayed, closed his mouth, and began working on Wesley's look. The entire makeup room fell into an eerie silence again. Just then, the door swung open, and Leah entered. This was the lead actors' shared dressing room. Upon entering and seeing Wesley on the chair, Leah hesitated for a moment, then sat down beside him. Leah's stylist immediately approached, sta
"Yes, director!" Amelia was in a great mood. She couldn't help but turn around, running towards Wesley who was standing on the side, asking, "Wesley, how's my look?" Wesley lifted his gaze, glanced over her, then nodded, "Hmm, not bad." "Really?" Amelia's face lit up in surprise. After all, Wesley had always been critical; she had never heard him praise anyone before! Him saying "not bad" was already a high compliment! Amelia felt a bit smug. With her current appearance, she was sure to outshine Leah! She couldn't wait to see Leah's defeated expression~ She asked, "Where's Leah Phillips? Why hasn't she come out yet? Isn't her makeup simpler than mine?" Someone replied, "She's still in the dressing room, but she should be coming out soon." Just as they finished speaking, they heard a call. "She's here, Leah's here!" The sound was heard, and the people on set instinc
Wesley threw out these words, then turned around and left in a huff. Watching his departing figure, Leah turned her head in speechless exasperation. Definitely a menopause. ... After being lectured by Director Brand, Amelia returned to the set with a serious face and resumed filming with Leah. This time, Leah gave her some space, slowly guiding her into the scene and helping her get into character. After several NGs, they finally got it right. It was also time to wrap up. Leah hadn't even had time to eat; she got into her car and headed straight for the address Colin had given her. It was a themed hotel right next to the film set. A hotel... Such a ambiguous place? Leah propped up her cheek, unable to resist starting to fantasize. Could it be that Colin was already waiting for her all cleaned up? If that were the case, should she go straight for it or pretend to be reserve
"Leah, didn't you say you were going out to buy fruits? Why haven't you come back yet? Producer Wood is looking for you right now!" "Well, I just took a bite, and you're already calling me..." Leah glanced at Colin beside her, meeting his scrutinizing gaze. She shifted her eyes away, feeling a bit guilty. "Why is Producer Wood looking for me? Is there something wrong?" "Pay attention to the news!" Emily sighed, "You're getting roasted online, and you seem completely oblivious!" "So what?" Leah asked. "There have been negative rumors about you since yesterday, but they didn't make much impact. However, today it suddenly exploded, and your Twitter is in chaos!" Leah got excited, "Really? So my followers must have increased a lot now?" Emily: ... "Your focus is a bit off, isn't it?" Emily's voice sounded disappointed, "Anyway, hurry back. Producer Wood says the negative publicity is getting too big, and we
Leah smiled slightly, "I just said that casually. Don't be so pessimistic; maybe the PR this time will have a good effect." Emily: ...I'm pessimistic because of what you just said! ... The New Talent Design Competition finals were approaching. Diana finally received the official competition notification. She thought for a moment and shared the news with Mr. Lin. After sending the message at night, there was no reply until the next noon when Diana received a call from Mr. Lin. His voice sounded a bit weak. "Diana, congratulations, you made it to the finals. Now, consider this part of your test passed." "Mr. Lin, are you sick?" Diana expressed concern. "Ah, getting old, can't avoid it." He coughed a few times. Diana was about to offer some comforting words when she heard him say, "Played mahjong with those young guys all night yesterday. Even after sleeping in the morning, still not
[Thousand Slayer: Can't do that. My dad said if I don't talk properly with the girl this time, my legs might as well be broken again!] So that's the situation. Diana, the schemer, thought for a moment. [Wait, I'll help you.] Seeing this message, Frank was slightly stunned. Help him? How? Frank suddenly had a bad feeling. He couldn't afford any trouble in his current "special" situation, or his parents would give him a hard time. Just as he was about to ask Diana how she could help, someone appeared next to him. A pat on his shoulder. "Frank, finally found you. There's an urgent matter at the club, they said you need to handle it in person." Jenny, following Diana's instructions, began to showcase her acting skills. "Urgent matter?" Frank was momentarily surprised. "Yeah, I mentioned it to you on the phone earlier. You kept saying you were busy today, so I had no choice but
Surprised, Frank looked at Jenny. "Aren't you in pain?" Jenny, distracted by the situation, touched her nose. It did hurt. But the excitement and nervousness in her heart made her automatically ignore the pain. "This is ridiculous!" Wendy, who had been ignored for quite some time, couldn't take it anymore. She picked up her bag and jacket, shooting angry glances at Frank and Jenny. "Do whatever you want, I'm not getting involved in this!" With that, she turned and walked away. Frank was instantly flustered. "Miss Wendy, don't be angry. Let's talk about it. Please don't go..." Ignoring Frank's plea, Wendy, in her high heels, briskly walked downstairs. Left behind, Frank stood frozen, his expression a mix of emotions. Diana, somewhat puzzled, asked, "What's going on? Didn't you say you didn't like this Wendy, and you were forced into this blind date? Why do you look like the world i
"Frank, at least give me a chance to pursue you. Even if in the end, you still don't like me, I'll accept it. At least I tried, and I won't feel any regrets." After saying all this, Jenny forced a smile, giving him a bright smile. "That's all I wanted to say, Frank. I'm serious, don't treat me like a little sister. I don't want to be your sister." After these words, Jenny turned around and briskly walked away. Leaving Frank standing there, momentarily bewildered. When Jenny's figure disappeared from their sight, Diana, beside him, ate popcorns, making a couple of clucking sounds. "Hey hey, Jenny's quite something. She's really grown up." Frank remained silent. The palm of his right hand seemed to be heating up. Jenny... It seems she really has "grown up." "Your face is red." "Huh?" Frank snapped back to reality, seeing Diana looking at him with interest. "Your expression i