Chapter 149: Chapter 149

"I’m sorry, Mr. Sinclair, this was my oversight. I’ll have the director arrange for a reshoot of this scene immediately." The producer hurriedly admitted her fault. Although the laughing scene could be cut, seeing the anger on the man’s face, she was very afraid she might be suspended, so she quickly took the script to find the director.

This scene involved Quinn Lockwood and several supporting actors going to the theater to watch a play, followed by a dispute with a rich young lady. The scene’s setup was slightly troublesome, resulting in some waiting time.

Elias Sinclair kept a dark expression throughout, not saying a word. His gaze occasionally swept over to Quinn Lockwood, seeing her chatting and laughing with the group of actors, not even glancing in his direction, treating him as if he didn’t exist, leaving him feeling chill to the point of freezing.

Once the scene was set, they began filming. This scene was originally shot shortly after Quinn Lockwood joined the crew, and her emotions were exaggerated.

This was the first time Elias Sinclair had watched an entire scene with Quinn Lockwood.

He saw the woman wearing a burgundy slit cheongsam. The smooth satin fabric clung perfectly to her body, showcasing her curvaceous figure. Her long hair was styled up, and her slightly upturned red lips perfectly portrayed the image of an arrogant and spiteful second female lead.

Although Savannah Lowell had previously displayed an arrogant and dismissive demeanor, Quinn Lockwood showed a completely different kind of "arrogance" that surprisingly didn’t evoke hatred.

The second female lead in this drama required this kind of subtle malevolence, and the director, watching through the camera at Quinn Lockwood’s almost perfect portrayal, wished he could reshoot all previous scenes.

"Great, cut!" The director discreetly glanced at Elias Sinclair, seeing his calm expression, and felt at ease: "Mr. Sinclair, do you have any instructions?"

"No." His voice was still cold.

"Can I leave now? I’ve finished all my scenes." Quinn Lockwood needed to visit the agency today; according to Anna, there was a new schedule to discuss with her.

Upon her words, silence fell over the set. Elias Sinclair didn’t speak, and no one dared to say she could leave. The director looked at Quinn Lockwood, signaling her to ask Elias Sinclair.

With an awkward twitch of her mouth, Quinn Lockwood turned to Elias Sinclair, giving him a grin: "Mr. Sinclair, my company needs me for something, can I leave?"

Her tone was so sweet that even she found it nauseating. If she still wasn’t allowed to leave after this, it would be inhumane.

Unexpectedly, he just gave her a cold glance and walked away!

Quinn Lockwood stood there awkwardly, not even getting any face. She hadn’t complained, but he was already holding a grudge!

Ariana Lynch watched from the side, quietly curling up the corners of her mouth.

Anna had arranged a reality show for Quinn Lockwood, where a few members lived together for a week to showcase the stars’ daily lives.

The show gave tasks, and Anna asked Quinn to participate with another new star from the company, Sylvia Lawson.

On the day of filming, the two arrived by bus at the first filming location.

This place was a small suburb about an hour away from the city center, lush with greenery, blooming flowers everywhere, and small trees bearing various fruits.

White doves and sparrows fought for food by the pond. Along the way, Quinn Lockwood was captivated by the different sceneries, while Sylvia Lawson focused solely on fixing her makeup.

Filming had already started, and the two first arrived at the residence.

It was an old but very simple two-story attic, small but well-equipped with kitchenware and furniture, making it a cozy nest for ordinary people.

But for Sylvia Lawson, inexperienced with hardship and born into some privilege, it was practically a "hut."

No soft, cozy sofa, no clean and spacious bathroom, and worst of all, the bed was small and hard, without a luxurious soft mattress. How was she supposed to sleep at night? ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ NoveI-Fire.ɴet

Quinn Lockwood, however, found it nice. Lying on the bed, she could hear the cuckoo’s calls, with fresh rural air invigorating her as she breathed deeply.

After touring the upstairs bedroom, she heard the sound of a door opening and rustling downstairs. She dashed downstairs, with the cameraman following closely.

Upon reaching downstairs, she saw a gentle, fair figure; another guest was... Dylan Quinn!

"Savannah, fancy meeting you again." Dylan Quinn first smiled lightly, seeing the surprised look on the person in front of him, stuck out his tongue, and made a funny face to amuse her.

Quinn Lockwood looked at Dylan Quinn, suddenly breaking into a smile. She had thought she’d feel awkward seeing him again, but it didn’t seem that way!

Sunshine filtered through the glass door, slightly dazzling. The scene of the two smiling at each other was heartwarming until a sweet female voice interrupted the peace.

"Director, why is there no air conditioning? It’s so stuffy!" Sylvia Lawson’s face was tightly knit, fanning herself irritably with a delicate fan. Her eyes lit up upon seeing Dylan Quinn, immediately displaying a sweet smile.

"So the other guest is Dylan Quinn, the show’s casting is impressive!"

Dylan Quinn nodded politely to Sylvia Lawson, then swiftly moved past her, nudging Quinn Lockwood onto a chair, and the two began catching up. Sylvia Lawson, seeing his lack of attention towards her, felt a wave of disappointment, tightly pursing her lips.

This was just the first episode of the show, with other guests invited in future episodes and different filming locations. The production team gave the three of them their first task: to find five different fruits in the orchard and sell them at the market, using the proceeds for future expenses.

The director team thoughtfully prepared hats and gloves for them to prevent tanning and injuries. Quinn Lockwood was excited about this task, cheerfully humming little tunes as she almost skipped down the road.

She always wanted to visit a natural orchard and personally pick some fruits, feeling that it had an incredibly simple life vibe.

Dylan Quinn watched the adorable girl ahead, her ponytail swinging, making his heart flutter.

Sylvia Lawson begrudgingly walked behind, her face sour. The hat was so ugly, and she had to dusty herself by carrying a basket and picking fruit? Just thinking about it seemed foolish.