Chapter 736: Chapter 736

The atmosphere on the film set was strange.

Even though laughter was often heard, every actor on set had been made up as if in a horror film. Whether it was a beheaded face, a missing ear, or a severed arm, every grotesque scene paired with the makeup was even more horrifying.

The staff working back and forth appeared rather ordinary, but the thought of being faced with the challenging task of applying makeup to a group of ghost-faced actors was daunting.

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Actors walked by, the sound of bones colliding with each other was so chilling that it didn’t even require additional sound effects to scare people.

In front of the mirror, a red-dressed female ghost wore exquisite makeup. With her huge blood-red mouth, sharp nails, and bright red eyes, she was terrifying.

An assistant rushed over with a phone, "Emily, call for you."

The woman looked up, her black hair spread out in front of her, scaring the assistant backwards with a shriek.

Emily Allen giggled, pulling her hair back: "Seems my makeup isn’t bad, it even scared you."

The assistant hadn’t recovered yet, swallowing repeatedly, patting her chest, then slowly handed over the phone: "Phone call."

Emily tilted her head and glanced at the assistant. She was a shared assistant from the prop team, probably a recent graduate, and seemed quite timid.

The previous assistant had already left for better opportunities.

She toyed with her nails, casually unlocking her phone. After all, the only people who would call her at this time were either marketers or telemarketers, giving her no reason to be hopeful.

Upon unlocking the phone, she saw Ryan Richard’s name.

"What does he want with me?"

There were more than a dozen missed calls. She had no expectations from Ryan, so she had no intention of answering them.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn’t help but reveal a strange smile. "Not bad, this makeup."

As she was about to add some effects to her makeup with an eyeliner pencil, Ryan called again, startling Emily and messing up her eyeliner.

"So annoying!" she murmured, hanging up the phone again.

As she continued to touch up her makeup, Ryan relentlessly called again. Emily had no choice but to answer, "What’s up?"

She sounded somewhat impatient and had no intentions of deepening her relationship with Ryan.

Ryan’s voice came over the phone, "Are you free? Let’s meet."

Emily paused for a moment and let out a couple of cold laughs, "No time, no money, I’m shooting."

Just as she was about to hang up, Ryan quickly stopped her: "Wait, I have a money-making method here, would you like to try it?"

"Money-making?" Emily put down her eyebrow pencil, somewhat interested.

But she wasn’t naive, she quickly asked: "Cut to the chase, why on earth would you think of me for such a good thing?"

"How can you say that? Aren’t I thinking about you now? Tell me, can you come or not?"

After pondering for a while, Emily looked over her upcoming scenes and told him: "Send the address."

Ryan was pleased: "Okay, I’ll send it right away."

Arriving at the hotel that Ryan had directed her to, Emily couldn’t help but laugh coldly: "Ryan Richard, you’re just thinking about yourself after all."

Walking into the room, Emily hadn’t even changed her shoes when she was spotted by Ryan: "Come in."

"I’m changing my shoes."

Emily sighed, not understanding what this man wanted.