"Thank you, Mr. Harris, for your concern. But I have been paying attention to safety, and I also promised soone that I would take good care of myself," Mabel Quinn said, a slight smile unintentionally appearing at the corner of her lips as she thought of Kyle Kinston.
At that ti, there were many staff mbers by the poolside, and she could swim herself. She had actually calculated the angle of her fall several tis in her mind. If there was any real danger, it would only be a matter of her pretending to be pushed, and soone would notice.
She thought, if Lillian Scott genuinely cared about the progress of the play and only wanted to film it well, then it didn’t matter if she fell into the water a few more tis. But if Lillian harbored any bad intentions, then there was no need to worry about such a person.
And in fact, Lillian Scott indeed had ill intentions.
Daniel Harris’ gaze darkened. Was the "soone" she ntioned referring to Kyle Kinston?
"Mr. Harris, if there’s nothing else, I’d like to take my leave now," she said, her tone still polite... and distant.
Daniel Harris pressed his thin lips together. Just as Mabel Quinn was turning to walk to the door, he suddenly said, "Mabel Quinn, if I hadn’t lied to you about my identity and na at the beginning, would you still treat like this now?" What he missed the most was her relaxed smile and the carefree talk from when they used to be together, which would bring him a kind of long-lost ease and joy.
And it seed that he hadn’t felt such ease and joy in a long, long ti.
Mabel Quinn’s steps halted, and she turned to look at Daniel Harris. "Mr. Harris, you’ve helped several tis, and I’m very grateful. Initially, it was because your eyes resembled those of soone I once knew that you felt familiar to . But you’re not that person, so it seems I was just overthinking it."
After she finished speaking, she bowed and then left the lounge.
Daniel Harris placed the teacup in his hand onto the coffee table, and his fingers slowly touched his eyes... His eyes, did they resemble soone she once knew? Pain! The eyes began to hurt again, as if foretelling sothing, or reminding him of sothing.
The pain seed to beco increasingly intense, prompting his fingers to involuntarily clutch around his eyes, moaning softly.
Why did his eyes have this burning, scorching sensation? Was it his eyes that pained him, or was it the words she had just said?
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The director told Mabel Quinn to go back early to rest today. After all, sothing like this had happened in the crew today. Lillian Scott was going to be banned, and now what troubled the director most was finding an actress quickly to replace her, and reshooting all of Lillian’s previous scenes.
The director was practically overwheld, but with Daniel Harris having spoken, how could the director dare say anything more?
Mabel Quinn was happy to have so ease. As she walked out of the set, she saw an old lady near the station setting up a stall, selling so handmade woven items.
Mabel Quinn rembered that as a child, she often liked to weave things with string. First, she enjoyed making handcrafted items, and second, weaving those things helped her pass the ti more quickly. After all, many tis, she was all alone at ho.
"Young girl, would you like to buy a leather strap bracelet? It’s very pretty," the old lady said as she noticed Mabel Quinn looking, and began to promote her goods. "Do you have a boyfriend? If you do, you can buy a couple’s set. They look good on both n and won."
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