NovelEnglishChapter 1481: "You always hit the nail on the head." Harlee was at a loss for words. She couldn't help but think that today would be just another day of Brenton losing his temper.
Observing the interaction between the pair on the sofa and overhearing their conversation, the crew exchanged glances, their eyes wide with surprise. They were stunned to realize they were in the presence of Rhys and Harlee. It was hard to believe they were seeing the couple in person. But what about the cold, domineering Mr. Green they had heard about? They couldn't wrap their heads around Rhys acting so clingy with Harlee. Brenton's expression darkened. He turned around, glaring at Rhys, a challenge flickering in his eyes.
With her face still streaked with fresh tears, Yvonne stared in wide-eyed disbelief, her whole body shaking uncontrollably. She recognized Brenton and finally realized she had really stepped into the lion's den. Her hands, pressing against her knees, gripped the hem of her dress as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded. "What brings you here, honey?" Harlee asked Rhys.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"When you texted, Brenton was holding Felix," Rhys replied, his fingers toying with Harlee's delicate hand, the motion almost intimate.
"I saw sfools digging their own graves, so I thought I'd calong for the ride. We can enjoy the show and then head hfor a nice dinner when it's all over." Harlee's gaze softened as her eyes fluttered down and then flicked back up at him.
"Perfect. We can watch a free before that." Latest updates on gVl"Alright," Rhys said, his gaze softening, and a playful chuckle rumbled from his chest. His chin rested gently on her forehead as he grinned, the smile stretching wide as if it could light up the room.
Standing nearby, Brenton turned his gaze away, his jaw tightening. Whenever Rhys and Harlee were together, their sweetness was almost too much to bear.
Tiffany appeared composed. This was a scene she had seen many times.
Clint, too, turned his gaze away. The whole scene was almost unbearable to him.
Harlee leaned comfortably into Rhys, her confidence unshaken as her piercing gaze slid to Yvonne. Her voice, low and honeyed but laced with a razor-sharp edge, broke the silence.
"Who is your backer?" Brenton finally looked at Yvonne, who sat stiffly, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. His gaze turned icy, and a chilling tension rippled through the room like a storm cloud gathering overhead. Was this the actress who had gotten in using connections under his nose? Brenton took a few deliberate steps forward and beckoned the director, who was hiding in the crowd. His eyes bore into the director, and his voice dropped to a low, chilling tone.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Care to explain what's going on here?" The director trembled as he stepped forward. He bowed respectfully and replied, “Mr. Sanderson, the original second female lead was an unknown actress. I had no idea how Yvonne ended up in the crew. At first, I was furious about it, but then I heard it was a decision from higher up, so I..." The director trailed off, not daring to finish his sentence. He had considered reporting the incident to Brenton for him to handle it, but the fear of stepping on the wrong toes had held him back. Instead, he had resigned himself to the assumption that it was just another common rule in the industry.
Brenton radiated authority, his calm demeanor carrying a weight that needed no Paised voice.
"As the sole director of this film, you mean to tellyou weren't aware of the cast changes?"
The director was overwhelmed with fear. Despite his experience with ell-known figures in the industry, he found himself trembling in Brenton's presence. "I'm sorry, Mr. Sanderson. I should have overseen the recruitment of the crew."
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