"Alia likes , I’m her stepmother, she’s very happy. She likes even more than her birth mother. When we get to court, if the judge asks Alia what she thinks, then Alia will surely be awarded to us," Mandy Forest said. "Alia’s birth mother is so unreliable and capricious. Alia is still so young and naïve, if she’s awarded to her, Alia’s life will be half ruined."
The man didn’t try to persuade her anymore, just murmured in agreent, his eyes flickered, and he chuckled, "No wonder Alia likes you."
Once Jane Sampson arrived at the film crew today, she went straight to the makeup room. A simple look took approximately one hour to complete, while all the other actors were still busy. Jane Sampson sidled up to the director first.
"What? Sothing up?" The director managed to spare a mont amidst his hectic schedule to glance at Jane Sampson squatting beside him.
"Nope, just wanted to check in on how my performance was yesterday." Jane Sampson asked cheerfully, "Director, if you think there’s anything not quite right, or if there’s any area that could be improved, feel free to let know. I’m all in for reshooting any part."
"There isn’t," the director said, visibly pleased. "I reviewed the footage from yesterday and there’s nothing that needs to be reshot. I know you’re dedicated, but I didn’t realize just how committed you are—reshoots are what most people dread."
"Striving for perfection, you know~" Jane Sampson responded humbly to the praise, "What about the outdoor scenes yesterday at school? Don’t need to reshoot those?"
Secretly, Jane Sampson hoped the director would be a bit harsher, or suggest there was sothing she didn’t quite nail yesterday, so she could persuade him to go back to the school to reshoot.
Maybe she’d even get a distant glimpse of Jas Black.
"No need, no need. You’re free to sit by next to rest for a bit. You’ll be up soon, and you haven’t taken any rest this morning." The director waved his hand to urge Jane Sampson to sit and relax before calling others over, giving out instructions for work-related tasks.
Jane Sampson secretly sighed in her heart as she slowly moved back to her resting spot.
As she went over, she saw Coco Edwards talking to a boy wearing a security guard uniform.
The boy looked very young, fair and clean, not very tall, like a boy from the southland.
Jane Sampson had been here for two months, and this security guard looked unfamiliar, probably a newcor.
"What’s up?" Jane Sampson asked casually as she walked in. "Lad, are you new here?"
"Miss Sampson, I just joined today as a security guard." The lad’s face turned slightly red, unclear if from shyness or excitent.
Coco Edwards glanced at the new guard’s deanor with comfortable familiarity. Jane Sampson was an artist appealing to everyone across ages and genders, so this was the typical reaction to seeing Jane for the first ti.
"Jane, this is a flower sent by your fans." Coco Edwards pointed to a vibrant bouquet of red roses on the table, "The guard said your fans were stopped outside and couldn’t co in, so they left the flower in the security room asking for it to be passed on, then hurriedly left. The security room wasn’t sure how to handle it, so they had this newcor bring it over to you."
Jane Sampson made a sound of acknowledgnt, took the flowers, slled them, then looked up at the guard and said, "Just leave the flowers here, thanks for taking the trouble to bring them over. Thank you."
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