Joy Krar and Yara Fairchild chatted as they walked forward.
A camper van drove in behind them. The rear door swung open, and a pair of long legs stepped out first. It was a man wearing a mask, a fisherman’s hat, and a long trench coat. He was heavily disguised and also wore sunglasses.
"Finn, Director Ward is in the Emberfall private room. He’s waiting for you," the assistant said, getting out of the car while replying to a ssage on his phone.
Finn Quinn nodded and looked ahead, his gaze landing on a sowhat familiar figure. He raised a hand, pulling his sunglasses down slightly. No mistake. It’s that spicy pepper, Yara Fairchild.
"What is she doing here?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
His assistant, Carry, followed his line of sight. Just as he looked over, Yara Fairchild turned to say sothing to Joy Krar, giving Carry a clear view.
Carry exclaid in surprise, "Oh, Finn, you an Yara? Right, why isn’t she on set today? But does Yara know Joy Krar? Could she be here to see the director?"
Carry speculated aloud, happy for Yara. "Yara’s acting is so good, and her fight scenes are even better. She’s just as beautiful as any of those top actresses. If she gets a chance, she’ll definitely beco a star..."
As he continued, he felt a sudden chill from above. He looked up to see Finn Quinn staring down at him with a rather unfriendly expression. Carry gave an awkward smile.
"What? ’Yara this, Yara that.’ Are you two that close?"
"No, no! But Miss Fairchild... she’s a good person. Easy-going, not pretentious. She gets along with all of us."
"So, you think it’s beneath her to be my martial arts instructor and exclusive kiss substitute, is that it?" Finn Quinn sneered.
Carry shrank back and imdiately shut his mouth.
Finn Quinn quickened his pace, only to realize that Yara Fairchild and her friend were also heading toward Emberfall.
"Miss Fairchild and the others must be here to see Director Ward, too. Oh, I rember now! Joy Krar is the second female lead in ’Immortal Fate.’ Is she planning to introduce Miss Fairchild to Director Ward?"
Finn Quinn’s eyes narrowed. He strode forward, rushed up, and seized Yara Fairchild’s arm.
"Co with ."
"Hey! What are you doing? Finn Quinn, are you insane? Let go!"
Joy Krar watched, dumbfounded, as Yara Fairchild was dragged away. She started to follow but was stopped by Carry.
"Miss Krar, Finn just wants a word with Miss Fairchild. It’s best if you don’t go over."
Finn Quinn had powerful backing and was already a renowned Best Actor.
"Yara knows Teacher Quinn?" Joy Krar said, surprised. "Oh, that’s great. I won’t interrupt them then." She had long heard that the male lead for ’Immortal Fate’ had a high status, but she never imagined it would be soone of Finn Quinn’s caliber. Yara Fairchild knew him, and from the looks of it, their relationship was anything but ordinary. Does she even need my help to land the role of the fourth female lead?
Yara Fairchild was pulled to the entrance of the restroom. She angrily tried to wrench her hand free but couldn’t. Instead, she drove her elbow into Finn Quinn’s chest, pinning him against the wall.
"Best Actor Quinn, if you have sothing to say, say it. If not, I’m busy."
He wondered what on earth this woman ate to get so strong; a sharp pain shot through his back from the impact. He kept his face stern. "Yara Fairchild, why are you here to see Director Ward?"
"What I do is none of your business."
Yara Fairchild turned to leave but was grabbed by Finn Quinn once again. Annoyed, she snapped, "You’re trying to get a role from Director Ward, aren’t you? Don’t forget, you signed an agreent with ."
Previously, that bastard Finn Quinn had gotten her thrown in the police station, and it was Zinnia Lawrence who had to plead with Jenson Forrest to get her out. Later, she ran into Finn Quinn on set again, and the man, petty as ever, started troubling her again. Afraid of causing more trouble for Zinnia Lawrence, she had endured it all and even had to agree to beco Finn Quinn’s martial arts instructor.
Furthermore, this young master was incredibly particular. He claid other actresses weren’t "clean" and refused to shoot intimate scenes with them. He’d asked her to be a stand-in for his female co-stars during bed scenes and kissing scenes, and Yara Fairchild had agreed to that, too. They had even signed a formal agreent.
But right now, Yara Fairchild found Finn Quinn’s behavior completely unreasonable. "We signed an agreent, yes, but it wasn’t an indenture contract," she said impatiently. "As long as my acting career doesn’t interfere with your business, it’s fine."
Yara Fairchild turned to leave, but Finn Quinn grabbed her by the shoulder again.
This was an opportunity Yara Fairchild had waited a long ti for. Joy Krar was still waiting for her, and she worried that being late would leave a bad impression on Director Ward. She finally lost her temper. She spun around, grabbed Finn Quinn by the collar, and stood on her tiptoes. Leaning in close, she threatened him with a smile, "Finn Quinn, if you keep running your mouth, I’ll force a kiss on you!"
For soone as particular as Finn Quinn, Yara Fairchild figured this was the most effective threat.
Sure enough, Finn Quinn’s entire body tensed up, and he clamped his mouth shut.
"Scared you, didn’t I? Good. I won’t touch you." This guy either has issues with his orientation or a mild case of gynophobia. She chuckled at his cowardly deanor, rubbed her thumb across her own lips, and then quickly brushed it against the corner of Finn Quinn’s mouth.
Finn Quinn froze completely. Before he could react, Yara Fairchild turned and fled.
When Finn Quinn ca to his senses, he raised a hand to touch the corner of his lips. His thumb ca away stained with bright lipstick. Sickeningly sweet, and damn it, strawberry-flavored. That spicy pepper has absolutely no self-awareness. This lipstick color doesn’t suit her at all.
"Were you just getting hot and bothered, or were you assaulted?"
Jenson Forrest had stepped out of his private room for a smoke when he saw Finn Quinn leaning against the wall. His clothes were disheveled, there was a lipstick mark on his face, and his expression was strange. The man’s tone was cool.
Finn Quinn looked up, straightening his clothes with an unnatural expression. "How could I possibly be turned on by a woman like Yara Fairchild? Jenson, don’t be ridiculous!"
He basically confessed without being prompted.
Jenson Forrest toyed with a cigarette between his long fingers, looking slightly surprised. "What is Yara Fairchild doing here?" he asked. Given her relationship with Zinnia Lawrence, why didn’t Yara co to see her off at the airport?
"What else could that woman be doing? She ca with Joy Krar to drink with the director! She thinks breaking into the entertainnt industry is that easy? She’s courting death! Jenson, I can’t talk right now. I have to..."
Finn Quinn was about to rush to the private room to check if that foolish woman Yara Fairchild had gotten drunk and was being taken advantage of, but he stopped when he saw Jenson Forrest’s expression suddenly shift. A chilling, oppressive aura emanated from him.
"Who did you just say?" the man asked in a low voice as he approached Finn Quinn.
Finn Quinn was a little startled. Jenson Forrest’s face was as grim as ice, and the cigarette between his fingers was crushed into dust, scattering to the floor.
"Did that foolish woman Yara do sothing to offend you, Jenson?"
"Not her. The other one you ntioned," Jenson Forrest said sternly.
"Joy Krar? She’s just a minor actress. You probably don’t know her, Jenson..."
"Lead the way!"
Before Finn Quinn could finish, Jenson Forrest cut him off with a commanding tone.
「Emberfall」
When Yara Fairchild arrived at the private room, Joy Krar was already drinking with Director Ward. Joy Krar shot Yara a aningful look. "Yara, you have perfect timing. You’re in for a treat. Director Ward brought out his private collection today. Since you’re late, you have to drink three glasses as a penalty."
Yara Fairchild smiled and walked over, taking a glass. "Then I’m the lucky one. Director Ward, a toast to you."
She briskly downed three glasses. "A sweet aftertaste. This is excellent wine!"
Director Ward was very pleased. He turned to Joy Krar and said, "Frank and straightforward! Joy, your recomndation for the fourth female lead was a good one."
Joy Krar quickly added, "Then Yara and I will toast you again, Director Ward. Co on."
Just then, the door to the private room opened. Joy Krar and Yara Fairchild were in the middle of boldly downing another glass of wine. As she turned her head, Yara Fairchild saw Jenson Forrest walking in.
The man’s gaze, sharp as a hawk’s, was locked onto Joy Krar.
The smile on Yara Fairchild’s face instantly froze. Jenson Forrest was already walking toward Joy Krar. His presence was so powerful that the entire room fell silent in an instant.
Joy Krar was still a bit confused when the man spoke, his deep voice laced with overpowering pressure. "Aren’t you pregnant, Miss Krar? Since when can pregnant won drink? Is the role you’re playing that of a pregnant woman?"
Yara Fairchild’s heart skipped a beat. A single thought flashed through her mind. It’s over! Jenson Forrest is so sharp; he must have figured out that Zinnia Lawrence is pregnant. We can’t hide it anymore! I just hope Zinnia already got on her flight.
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