The four words were shouted in unison instantly, even the reporters in the venue couldn’t help but shout along.
Even though they had only seen snippets of the TV series, they understood the spirit that the show intended to convey. Not to ntion Elder Warren’s soul-stirring piano piece earlier, which made their blood boil with excitent, swelling emotions in their chests. Hearing Ophelia Wilson’s fans shout, they too joined in the chant: "The most beautiful, the most beautiful!"
The synchronized shouts almost seed to shake the roof of the venue. The audience watching the live broadcast on TV grew more curious, wanting to know what exactly the drama that was about to air was all about.
Scripted by Benjamin Smith, leading actor Edward Sherwood, with Julian Campbell even willing to play the second male lead for this drama, and now, with Elder Warren backing up with a performance at the press conference—all these elents combined made the so-so audience curious enough to wait in front of their TVs for the premiere.
All the caras were focused on Ophelia Wilson. The shouts from the crowd filled her ears, making her feel light and airy. She was the center of attention, the goddess of the entertainnt world!
Amidst this, her gaze inadvertently drifted to Sophie Wilson standing at the side of the stage. Ophelia raised her chin in triumph, casting a haughty glance at her.
She was the true heiress of the Wilson Clan, the one destined to marry Jas Reed and beco the Seymour Family’s young lady. Who did Sophie Wilson think she was?
Not even worthy to carry her shoes!
Sophie Wilson was dood to be the mud that couldn’t be supported against the wall, a rat in the gutter, no matter how much she struggled, it was all in vain.
Even if she clung onto that fellow, Charles Seymour, in the end, it would all be for nothing.
A son disliked by even his own father, what counted for anything in the Seymour Family?
"Thank you, thank you!" Ophelia Wilson kept bowing to express her gratitude to the people on the scene and in front of the TV. Once the calls in the venue gradually quieted down, she continued, "These are all things I should do as an actress, I don’t feel it’s tough. The real hardships belong to those unsung heroes."
Ophelia Wilson’s words brought a round of applause from the crowd, and her official fan forum online was gaining followers like crazy.
Many passersby beca fans of hers because of her words; an artist with good acting skills and character is naturally lovable.
Elder Warren turned to look at the director and asked, "How did you happen to find such an actress?"
The director heard this; Elder Warren had acknowledged Ophelia Wilson.
Of course, Elder Warren was brought here by Jas Reed, so he surely had to support Ophelia Wilson’s stance.
The perceptive director imdiately followed up on Elder Warren’s words, praising Ophelia Wilson generously: "This is all about matching the character in the script..."
"Is soone with such thick skin even fit to play the female lead?" Elder Warren’s words were like an invisible hand choking the director’s throat, causing him to make a strange duck-like sound, "Ah?"
"Even if I’m old and my eyesight isn’t what it used to be, I can see that many of the female lead’s scenes used a stunt double!" Elder Warren’s angry gaze landed on Ophelia Wilson, causing her to inexplicably shrink back.
The director was utterly confused; wasn’t Elder Warren invited by Jas Reed?
Why would he show no courtesy to Ophelia Wilson like this?
"Dangerous scenes, of course, require a stunt double." Grace Wilson stood up to speak for Ophelia Wilson, "Elder Warren, you should have seen Ophelia’s efforts, the enormous dedication she poured into this role."
Ophelia Wilson sweetly and softly said, "It’s all what I should do, there’s nothing more to say about it."
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