She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 297: Reece's Shorts "What are we having for dinner tonight?" "Master Iker loves minced meat with eggplant, Mr. Lara prefers a mild taste, and Miss Cheyenne... she's the pickiest of all." "Alright, let's have poached chicken." "Poached chicken is not a good idea. How about we make chicken and mushroom stew? It's nutritious and healthy." "It's too hot today." "In that case, we can have cold shredded chicken." Sapphire Studios, one of the largest film and television bases in Chulae.

Every day, dozens of production crews work here, with thousands of actors and countless behind-the-scenes crew members waiting in line. If you see a celebrity on the street, you might take out your phone and snap a photo, but inside this studio, everyone is immune.

Unless they see a top A-list celebrity, most people don't get excited. The weather was scorching in summer, and the sun felt like a blazing furnace, hanging in the blue sky. With an outdoor temperature reaching 102 degrees Fahrenheit, many people were wilting in the heat.

Under the intense glare of spotlights and lighting boards, it was challenging to keep your eyes open. Despite the difficult conditions, Reece still delivered a perfect performance in this environment.

"Click." The chubby director, hiding in the shade of the trees, loudly shouted, and you could almost see the sweat beads on his forehead streaming down due to the exertion. His black cotton T-shirt looked like it was about to release water.

He used a stapled script as a fan to create a breeze for the young man.

"Mr. Gray, you've worked hard in this scorching weather, wearing that wig and headgear. Come, let's take a break, have stea, and wait for a while." The script of this TV series mainly revolved around a modern disillusioned male teacher who suddenly saw ghosts. He embarked on a journey to collect ghosts, battle monsters, level up, and uncover a powerful family secret.

The scene they were shooting today portrayed the past life of the male lead and his sister, who was the only one who truly cared for him and more memorable than the female lead despite her limited screen time.

When the production team was selecting the actress for this role, they considered many factors and finally decided on a well-connected talent recommended by their sponsor, the famous actress Juliana. The director had no clue who Juliana was and even did sresearch to find out. She made her debut in a talent show, but her performances on the show were mediocre. Singing? Just average. Dancing? She barely tried. It was rumored that she was a wealthy heiress from a prestigious family, but her poor attitude and quirky personality didn't make her likable among her group members.

She relied on her designer outfits and ostentatious displays of wealth, making her a hot topic among the public. The director had doubts about whether an untrained actor from a talent show could handle such an important role. He had someone else in mind for the role. However, the producer informed him that Juliana's influential backers had invested five million dollars in the project, and if they didn't cast her, that money would be withdrawn. Money talks, and directors have to listen.

Mr. Morrison went all-in when deciding to produce this play. He had to sell two houses just to scrape together eighty million. Every penny went straight into the project. Barely making ends meet.

Five million had to last him for at least another half a month...

Well, at least she was decent-looking enough, and as for costumes, styling, and music, he could make adjustments later. As for her acting skills, she'd got professional voice actors to rely on now. Thinking about this, Mr. Morrison couldn't help but sigh at how tough the industry had become. Back in the day, actors were incredibly dedicated. They prepared their lines and expressions well in advance. But now, most actors recite their lines without emotion.

This has given rise to another industry in the entertainment world, voice actors. They didn't need visuals; they could convey a wide range of emotions with just a few lines. In this regard, they were often much better than many so-called "actors" on the screen.

However, filming in the summertwas peak season, and every production was desperately short of voice actors. Finding one at this point is proving to be quite a challenge.

Over here, Reece took off his traditional costume's outer robe, revealing a pair of white, furry thighs. On his feet, he sported a pair of flip-flops with a vibrant yellow pattern, and he had a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his mouth. He squatted under the eaves, blowing out smoke rings.

His appearance bore no resemblance to that of a popular heartthrob. He looked more like a carefree beach bum on vacation.

When his agent, Alan, approached and witnessed Reece's state, he couldn't help but furrow his brows with concern looking worried. He cautiously advised, "Reece, can you please refrain from smoking in public next time? If the media catches you doing this, your status as the nation's sweetheart might be at risk."

"And how on earth did you end up wearing these tattered beach shorts that are far from fitt m fitting your image again? Weren't you told to throw them away after you wore them to the Flower Film Awards last time?" Alan was on the verge of tears. But Reece remained seated under the eaves, enjoying his cigarette. The bluish smoke veiled most of his strikingly handsface, leaving only a glimpse of his sharp, delicate jawline.

"Throw them away? Do you know how much these cost? Five thousand dollars. I won't throw them." Moreover, Cheyenne had bought him these shorts.

Why did Cheyenne gift Reece these shorts? That's a different embarrassing story Reece would rather forget about, and he wouldn't allow anyone else to bring it up either.

As tpassed, people only remembered that their idol, Reece, had a rather provocative pair of shorts. They making headlines, with title titles like: "Feeling Sorry for Reece. He Wears Shorts Year-Round," "Crowdfunding to Buy Reece SPants," "It's Winter, Reece, Don't Forget Your Long Johns," and "Reece, Your Pants Need Washing..." X