Tristan Grayson was no fool. The mont he heard Mika Sumrs speak, he understood everything.
So, she hadn’t co here today to inspect the set or see her favorite actor. She had co specifically for this very mont.
"I have no objections. We’ll do whatever President Sumrs says."
Mika Sumrs’s expression faltered for a mont, a flash of surprise in her eyes. Then, she turned away so she was no longer looking at Tristan Grayson. The hands hanging at her sides clenched into tight fists. "In that case, Director Miller," she said coldly, "let’s begin."
"Tristan, co with ."
Watching Tristan Grayson leave with the director, Mika Sumrs’s clenched fists slowly relaxed. She was suddenly overco with a weariness so profound that she no longer wanted to stay.
She had thought that by coming today, she would humiliate him rcilessly.
During their three years of marriage, the label "substitute" was his way of humiliating her. It was the source of her tornt.
And now, she was going to make him taste what it felt like to be soone’s substitute...
But when she saw him agree in an instant, almost without thinking, she realized that Tristan Grayson truly didn’t care about anything.
He didn’t care that she was targeting him, that she wanted to humiliate him.
Then again, it made sense. She was nothing to Tristan Grayson, so why would he care...
Just as she felt a little unsteady on her feet, Jessica Archer had a bodyguard bring over a chair. Mika Sumrs collected herself and sat down.
In less than ten minutes, Tristan Grayson had changed his clothes. With a safety rope tied around his waist, he stood on a second-floor balcony. Behind him were four n holding wooden clubs.
Because of the special arrangent for the scene, they wouldn’t hit him with full force, but it was still going to hurt.
Seeing this made Mika Sumrs deeply uncomfortable. She averted her gaze and studied her own hands.
Henry Archer looked at the four burly n, scared out of his wits. He rushed over to Mika Sumrs. There was no way their boss should be taking a beating like this himself.
"President Sumrs, please make them stop."
Mika Sumrs looked up and sneered. "Your boss agreed to this himself. Since he isn’t refusing, what right do you have to stop it?"
"President Sumrs, aren’t you deliberately targeting our boss?" ’This woman is so vicious!’ Henry thought. ’Our boss used to be an A-list star!
’Even though he’s retired from showbiz, if he ever wanted to make a coback, he’d be cast as the male lead, no question. How could they ask him to be a simple stunt double?’
"Mr. Archer, I think you’re mistaken," Mika’s words cut through his thoughts. "I’m not targeting your boss. I rely made a small suggestion. If your boss didn’t like it or was unwilling to do it, I wouldn’t have forced him, now would I?"
Mika Sumrs’s words left Henry Archer speechless.
’She did have a point.’
’This woman has no reason to hate our boss, so why would she target him the mont she showed up? It doesn’t make any sense.’
’But what’s gotten into the boss today? Why is he acting so out of character?’
’Didn’t he always say there’s no need to suck up to the higher-ups like this?’
Just then, Director Miller shouted, "ACTION!"
As soon as the word was out, the actors began the scene.
The four n raised their wooden clubs and lunged at Tristan Grayson, who began to fight them on the balcony. Before long, a middle-aged man in a bathrobe ran out. Pointing at the n behind him, he yelled, "Get him! Don’t let him get away! You dare ruin my fun? I’ll kill you!"
More than ten n rushed out of the room and onto the balcony, swarming Tristan Grayson and pumling him with fists and feet. In a desperate move, Tristan Grayson leaped off the balcony.
"CUT! Excellent! One take!"
Tristan Grayson raised a hand to rub his bruised shoulder. He untied the safety rope from his waist, tossed it on the ground, and started to walk toward Director Miller.
But Mika Sumrs stood up. Feigning confusion, she asked, "I think we caught President Grayson’s face in that last shot. Director Miller, isn’t a stunt double supposed to keep their face hidden?"
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