Chapter 240: Chapter 240

Chester Thornton was putting forth his best effort.

Beyond his admiration for Elias Sinclair, he mostly hoped to leverage Quinn Lockwood’s fame to boost himself.

This scene was the first kiss scene after the male and female leads confirmed their feelings, where the heroine was trapped in a sea of fire, surrounded by archers and assassins outside the city.

Just as the heroine thought she was doomed, the hero charged in with troops, severely injured but still insisting on reaching her side to protect her.

The air was filled with the sickly sweet scent of malt syrup-made fake blood. Chester Thornton wore heavy, chilling armor, his shoulders and back bearing vicious, lengthy cuts. After delivering a fatal blow to the enemy leader, he turned to embrace Quinn Lockwood.

"It’s safe now. We won." The man’s face was alarmingly pale from blood loss; although the battle had cost him all his strength, his arms remained strong as he held Quinn Lockwood.

"You shouldn’t have come to save me, I... I should’ve died long ago." Quinn Lockwood clung to Chester Thornton, burying her head in his shoulder as tears flowed uncontrollably.

Chester Thornton offered a weak smile, pulling out a red paper from his arms, unfolding it slowly to reveal two locks of cut hair inside.

"You promised, once vengeance was served you would marry me. Now that the dog thief is dead, does your promise still stand?" he asked passionately, gazing deeply at the woman before him.

"I... it still stands." She pressed her pink lips together lightly, her unparalleled lovely face tinged with a blush, her almond eyes slightly misty with a hint of a bashful woman’s shyness.

The man, hearing this, had a deep smile in his brows and eyes, his gaze softening with tender emotions, and he leaned in slowly until he could feel the sweet fragrance of the woman’s emotions upon his nose.

Her heart pounded incessantly—this was clearly Quinn Lockwood’s first on-screen kiss. Even though she had plenty of acting experience, she had never filmed a kissing scene! Not only had she never done it, even Savannah Lowell, the original owner of this body, hadn’t!

Her long, curved lashes trembled gently, and her hand at her side fidgeted nervously with her clothes. The director signaled to the cameraman to capture this little action, knowing it perfectly expressed the character’s current nervous yet slightly expectant mood.

"Cut." A man’s cold, stern voice echoed through the studio, instantly chilling the atmosphere and causing everyone inside to shiver.

Quinn Lockwood snapped out of her role, somewhat confused as she looked at Elias Sinclair.

Did she do something wrong?

She was about to ask when she saw Elias Sinclair’s abruptly dark and solemn expression, which startled her a bit.

"Mr. Sinclair... is there a problem?" The director quickly stood up, nervously looking at Elias Sinclair.

The man’s deep eyes were as abyssal as the night, carrying a hint of anger as he said, "The script, give it to me."

The scriptwriter immediately handed the script to Elias Sinclair, and upon seeing his expression grow colder as he scanned through a few pages, grew anxious.

With knitted brows, Elias Sinclair picked up a pen from nearby. After flipping back a few pages, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his slender fingers traced large circles on the paper.

The director, assistant director, scriptwriter, and producers exchanged confused glances; even Quinn Lockwood didn’t know what was happening with Boss Sinclair.

She had read the script and found the emotional progression layered and compelling, with no need for changes.

Moreover, when it came to script changes, why didn’t he just instruct the writer? Was it necessary to do it himself?

Seeing his increasingly stern face, Quinn Lockwood felt as though a storm was coming.

And the speed and breadth of Elias Sinclair’s annotations indicated quite a few changes were to be made.

Due to Elias Sinclair’s overwhelmingly cold aura, everyone in the crew stood cautiously in place, hardly daring to breathe, afraid that any sound might anger this extraordinary figure.

Finally, after marking up no less than ten pages of the script, the man tossed the pen onto the table with a snap and threw the script to the scriptwriter.

"Remove all kiss scenes from the script immediately, they’re not allowed to be filmed. As for the parts I’ve marked, anything similar should be replaced with different scenes." Elias Sinclair’s thin lips pressed into a line, his handsome face darkened as if ink could drip from it.

The scriptwriter glanced at the parts Elias Sinclair marked—all involving intimate contact between the leads.

Intimate scenes are the highlight for enhancing the romantic storyline! Removing them leaves it lacking charm and flavor!

The scriptwriter, at a loss, gazed questioningly at the director.

Although the director hadn’t seen the parts Elias Sinclair altered, he didn’t dare oppose Elias Sinclair’s wishes.

With other investors, the director might negotiate to cut fewer parts, but with Mr. Sinclair, he truly couldn’t rebut!

Upon hearing Elias Sinclair’s words, Quinn Lockwood’s face instantly scrunched up with confusion. "What was wrong with that scene? I thought it was pretty good." Content orıginally comes from novel fire.net

After all, she had just managed to invest herself emotionally into that scene, and now it was being cut?

Fine if it was cut, but at least give a reason!

Her brows furrowed slightly, but when she lifted her head to meet Elias Sinclair’s eyes, now glazed with a layer of frost, her puzzlement only deepened.

"Not just that scene; all previously filmed intimate scenes must be cut as well." He suddenly stood, sweeping a cold gaze over the crew. When his eyes landed on Quinn Lockwood, his brow furrowed even tighter.

Striding out the door, the sound of his high-end leather shoes tapping against the floor seemed to echo his anger, each step striking at the hearts of those present.

Watching Elias Sinclair’s retreating figure, Quinn Lockwood’s face broke into a silent exclamation.

Damn! He was jealous!

Despite maintaining an outward calmness, inside, Quinn Lockwood was already teeming with turbulent waves.

She offered the others a polite smile before heading to the dressing room to prepare for the next scene’s appearance.

Passing the conference room, office, and lounge on her way from the studio to the dressing room, she didn’t catch a glimpse of Elias Sinclair’s figure. To her surprise, this left her with a slight sense of disappointment.