The call was directly hung up.
Linda White deeply understood that the other party had already abandoned herself.
She could no longer hold back the fear in her heart, covered her face, and cried aloud.
Her agent had been watching her cry, feeling both anxious and distressed, and finally managed to calm her down, quickly asking, "What did Mr. Fisher say?"
Linda White’s eyes, washed with tears, were swollen and unrecognizable, rendering her unrecognizable as the glamorous, popular female star she was in the morning.
She was extrely disheveled at the mont, with ssy hair and makeup that was half smudged, eyeliner mixed with tears streaking down her face.
She looked tearfully at the agent who had been with her for several years, and said shakily, "Mr. Fisher can’t help either."
"Ruth, we’ve made a ss."
"That Lighten Chaser isn’t just a student from McKinney as we found out; her background is far more formidable than we imagined."
"... How could this be?" Emaline Bailey had decided to create publicity after investigating Nathalie Quinlan through connections in the circle, only to hit an iron wall and break a leg.
Linda White wiped away a tear, unable to cry any longer: "The person we offended is none other than Lighten Chaser herself."
Her agent opened her mouth, dumbstruck and speechless.
*
Linda White and her agent were clouded with gloom.
Nathalie Quinlan was unaware.
She didn’t even know about the happenings online.
The MV shoot was straightforward, with Stephanie Tanzil booking an Olympic rank ice rink specifically for the shoot, and George Lucas as the director was very professional.
Nathalie followed their arrangents throughout.
She was beautiful enough that Stephanie Tanzil and Director George Lucas almost unanimously agreed not to let the makeup artist do Nathalie’s makeup.
Even without makeup, the girl’s natural beauty shone, her delicate skin flawless like a peeled egg under the lens, and her cool white skin looked great on cara.
That beauty was innate, and even when toned down, it was breathtaking under the lens.
The next major problem was that Nathalie couldn’t skate.
She had already told Stephanie Tanzil about this, who had prepared by hiring a professional athlete to guide Nathalie in learning to ice skate on-site.
Nathalie herself had extre sports talent.
The professional athlete had only demonstrated a few tis before she could manage so simple skating moves on her own. As for complex, highly technical moves, Stephanie Tanzil understood that no matter how talented one was, they couldn’t learn them in such a short ti.
She had hired several body doubles with similar physiques to Nathalie to complete the professional moves.
Three hours later, the shoot was over.
Director George Lucas sat in front of the cara checking the footage he had shot while other staff mbers gathered around him.
The direction of the director was bustling with people, quite lively.
At the edge of the ice rink, however, the girl rely took off her ice skates, unzipped the professional team gear, removed the jacket, revealing the thin sweater and slender arms underneath.
She placed the exchanged skating team uniform beside her, found her bag not far away, and took out her phone from it.
"Nathalie, are you alright?" Stephanie Tanzil didn’t go to watch the director review the footage but instead walked over to greet Nathalie.
Seeing her co over, Nathalie lifted an eyebrow, her jet-black eyelashes veiling her dark eyes, and lazily said, "Alright."
However, Stephanie could see the fatigue on her face and couldn’t help but softly say, "Nathalie, you’ve worked hard."
The continuous shooting task lasted three hours, and ti was of the essence, with a heavy workload.
For three hours of almost non-stop shooting, a more delicate female star would have made a fuss.
Yet Nathalie didn’t utter a word, cooperated with the shoot, and only then could they complete the task ahead of schedule.
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