“Do you even know how to act in a movie?”
She clenched her teeth and glared at the female actress, wishing she could pounce on her and bite her to death!
She caught a glimpse of Chester Yale sitting on the sidelines, and the fierce look in her eyes quickly faded, replaced by a pitiful expression.
Endure, she must endure.
The scene was changed by Chester last minute.
If she showed any displeasure, he would think she was questioning him, and he would be unhappy about it.
“Anna, are you okay?” the director asked through a loudspeaker.
“I’m fine.
Mr.
Chester has faith that I can perform well in this scene, so I won’t let him down!” Anna Rivers forced a smile, throwing a shy glance at Chester Yale.
The next second, she turned to glare viciously at Evelyn Sherman, who was standing beside Chester.
The smug look on her face was as if to show off and remind Evelyn that she no longer had the status to stand beside Chester Yale.
Evelyn’s eyes flickered, and she lowered her gaze, ignoring Anna’s provocation and keeping her distance from Chester, which was already making her nervous enough.
Noticing Chester’s long fingers tapping on the chair’s handrail, Evelyn’s heart raced.
She knew the meaning behind this small habit of his — someone had thoroughly angered him.
But who could it be?
Evelyn looked around and saw that no one on the set dared to approach him, let alone offend him.
“Everyone, reset, and we’ll do it again,” the director announced through his loudspeaker, reorganizing the scene.
Evelyn couldn’t focus on Anna’s performance anymore, as her mind was consumed with thoughts of Chester, trying to calm herself down.
They had been apart for four years, and perhaps his habits had long since changed.
“Cut!”
After the nth retake.
“This one looks good, we can probably use it.
Everyone, rest up, and we’ll move on to the Male Lead’s scene,” the director notified them with his loudspeaker.
Just as everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Chester, who had been sitting there with a cold expression, slowly spoke up, “I’ve heard that Mr.
Wilson is very demanding of his work, but it seems like it’s just a rumor.”
“What do you mean by that, Mr.
Chester?” The director looked at Chester with respectful eyes, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
“In this hot weather, who would drink lukewarm beer at a Pub?” Chester gave a cold laugh, his words slow and deliberate.
“The beer should be ice-cold; the colder it is, the more realistic it looks.”
His enchanting smile was mesmerizing and exuded an overwhelming and majestic aura, as if whatever he said was always correct.
“…”
Ice-cold beer would look better, but why was he only bringing it up now?
The director looked at Chester, stunned.
“Why?
Do you think I’m wrong?” Chester raised an eyebrow, his demonic pupil revealing a wicked glint.
“Of course not, so should we redo the scene now?” the director asked without hesitation.
No one could afford to offend Chester Yale.
“It’s your work, you decide.
I’m just here to see if the Yale Group’s investment in this film and television drama is worth continuing to finance,” Chester responded indifferently.
As he finished speaking, he gave a cold look to Evelyn, who was still standing beside him.
At least she was being obedient, standing silently for so long.
Before, she would complain of being tired after standing for just two minutes, always wanting to cling to him, asking him to hold her.
Now she could stand for an hour without complaining about being tired…
Chester’s eyes darkened, and even though he knew she deserved it, his heart tightened slightly.
He turned to look at his Executive Assistant.</p