Chapter 150: Chapter 150

Anna arrived at the MV shoot and immediately saw the new script.

This revised script was likely put together by Florian overnight under Kevin Jacobs’ incessant nagging.

Anna even saw Florian post a selfie with dark circles under his eyes this morning, looking utterly resentful.

Though Florian was a thousand ways unwilling to compromise, he had many brand endorsements to uphold, and maintaining an artist’s image was part of the contract, so the agent’s plan made sense.

Moreover, when Anna looked at the revised script, it deleted all the kissing and intimate scenes, leaving only the final scene where she danced with Florian, which could be shot separately in other scenes. This made the expression more subtle, and an important plot element was added to the ending.

That is, there was actually no female teacher; "she" existed only in fantasy, as a third personality split from Florian.

This setup of an ending suspense elevated the storytelling of the entire MV.

I have to say, Conrad’s advice yesterday really influenced Florian.

Florian is just a kid who doesn’t want to be bound; he writes works as he feels inspired, freely.

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The combination of these two people’s ideas unexpectedly produced a delightful surprise.

Anna flipped through the script twice and had to conclude that if Conrad put more thought into running an entertainment company, Dynasty Entertainment would certainly reach new heights.

At least it would occupy an unshakable position nationwide and even worldwide.

However, this resulted in Anna having fewer scenes.

Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing; sometimes appropriate blank space can leave a lasting impression.

Of course, the premise being whether she can seize the limited opportunities to shine.

With reduced scenes, it can all be shot in a day.

After wrapping up, Anna had spare time and, as promised, bought fried chicken to visit Florian at the hospital.

Upon hearing she was coming, Florian even sprayed cologne and dressed up.

However, when Anna knocked on the ward door, she still saw the pretty boy first stick out a foot and feign pitifulness: "Sis, I can’t even walk conveniently now. Could you assist me to the bathroom, considering how hard it is for me?"

"Where’s your agent?" Anna glanced into the ward, unable to spot Kevin, who usually stuck to Florian like glue.

Florian spoke while turning sideways to let Anna in, then sniffed eagerly: "I smell something delicious; did you bring me chicken wings?"

"Uh-huh, I couldn’t get cola wings, only fried chicken, not sure if you can eat it?"

"The doctor said I have no dietary restrictions."

Florian didn’t even need Anna to hand it over; he directly snatched the food box from her hand, sat on the hospital bed to eagerly unwrap and eat.

He seemed to have... completely forgotten about wanting to go to the bathroom?

Anna couldn’t help but laugh, thinking he’s just a kid after all.

Florian put on disposable gloves, picked up a chicken wing, dipped it in honey mustard sauce, intended to chew. But after a slight pause at his mouth, he offered it to Anna: "Want some?"

"Makes sense; I’m at the stage of growing and can eat anything, unlike you who worry about gaining weight with food."

This kid sure can’t speak properly, better quickly grow up and experience life’s hard knocks.

"Have you seen my new script?" Florian asked while chewing, "How do you find it?"

"The new version’s good; my part is already finished."

"What? So fast? Many of your scenes got cut, but not my fault, blame that President Sterling who finalized the script."

"When did he finalize it?"

"After I finished writing it, around three or four a.m. Kevin specifically sent it to him for review, to avoid nitpicking once everything’s shot. He replied instantly, cut a few of your scenes, and said shoot it this way. Isn’t this deliberate annoyance?"

Anna’s scenes were already shot, she didn’t care about cuts, and she guessed those cuts were scenes Florian selfishly wanted to see in a certain light.

She picked up on the fact that Conrad was still awake at three or four AM, likely very busy. But even in such busyness, he found time to review Florian’s script revisions, considering he previously hated investing effort in entertainment.

"What are you thinking? If it’s not cursing at President Sterling in your mind, stop thinking." Florian waved a bare hand in front of Anna, "I have several songs left; why not continue being my leading lady? Hot, innocent, sweet styles—all for you to choose. I trust you can handle them. Or I know many directors wanting me for roles; I’ll directly recommend you as the lead. Let’s shoot together."

"That would solidify the idea I’m trying to bind with you for fame. Your agent would hate me more."

"Ignore him! Many want to latch onto my fame but I wish to lift you up. Compared to those without talent and dumb vase-types, you’re more deserving of good resources, right?"

"But if I leech off you for fame, I’m no different from them."

"Didn’t you previously collaborate with President Sterling for publicity?" Florian was puzzled; why not with him?

"How’s it different?"

Florian quickly devoured a chicken wing, grabbed another, this time dipped in Korean spicy sauce: "I was curious yesterday, how’d you have a child with him? Was it a fling gone wrong?"

Upon hearing this, Anna was overwhelmed: "Kiddo, can you speak a bit more tactfully?"

"I can; did you and he have a thing before?"

That was tactful? Anna really couldn’t tell.

Though she gradually got used to Florian’s way of speaking, knowing he meant no harm: "It was a long time ago."

"How’d you start? Did it happen several times? How soon was the baby expected? Did you not take precautions?"

"If you won’t answer these, then I’ll ask something else. Does he provide support for you and the baby?"

"Jerk!" Florian expressed indignation for Anna, "How can someone with money be so stingy? He likes you, doesn’t he?"

"You noticed that too?"

"How could one not see? Even a slight approach to you, President Sterling’s looks could kill. Furthermore, he colluded with agents confining me at the hospital; clearly didn’t want you and I much contact, afraid you’d learn the excellence of a young guy."

"Let me tell you, such cunning, and manipulative older men are definitely off-limits. He can’t even openly express liking, unlike my frankness, clearly hiding something from you. I bet it’s playing both sides; wasn’t there always talk of him having something with Marilyn too?"

For once, the confident Anna sighed, getting weary chasing that man lately: "Conrad is really odd. He seldom expresses his true feelings. Sometimes when you get close, he suddenly gets upset, leaving you pondering who he’s against and what he really thinks?"

"Want to know his thoughts? It’s simple; I can help!" Florian beckoned Anna closer.

"How?" Anna curiously approached.

"From my observation, President Sterling seems suceptible to jealousy. But he’s quite good at hiding it, right? So this time let’s push it, make the jealousy so great he can’t conceal it anymore?"

Florian didn’t clarify to Anna, being mysterious, first sending a text to his agent.

"Kevin is about to return; go hide in the bathroom. Follow my lead, when there’s commotion outside, come out."

"Stop asking; do you want to test President Sterling? If so, do as I say! By the way, lend me a lipstick."

Unsure of Florian’s antics, Anna still cooperated and hid in the bathroom.

Soon, she heard someone enter, likely Kevin returning.

Then, outside came Kevin’s scream: "Aaaahhhhhh!"

"Florian, how did this happen?"

Anna was dying to know what happened, pushed open the bathroom door to step out, just in Kevin’s line of sight.

Another string of earth-shattering screams!

Kevin pointed angrily and asked Anna, "Monster! What did you do to my boy?"

"I’m reporting this to President Sterling!!!"