No, sothing must be wrong!
Was Abby's acting really that good? She looked as if she was really being tortured!
Savannah studied the expression and cold sweats on their faces carefully.
Could it be…the whip was not a prop for acting?
They groaned with pain, pale and wan. Blood oozed from their back…
"Oh my, look at the props, the blood! The scene is too perfect and realistic!" One of the staff mbers covered his mouth in amazent.
"Yeah! Those actresses are acting well. I can even feel the pain on their body!"
But Savannah was clear that Abby and the other two were not acting...
Who could arrange it? The answer was obvious.
Did the man arrange this scene to avenge her?
When they fainted to the ground in agony, a basin of cold water poured over them, waking them up again.
The three could feel nothing but pain all over them, but they were tied up and gapped, powerless to resist. However, people around all thought they were just acting.
After being doused with cold water, they fell to the ground and thought it was finally over. Unexpectedly, they were dragged up and pressed down to kneel on the ground again.
The guards behind them walked to the front of them, rolled up their sleeves, and struck them hard on the face!
Besides the burning pain on their faces, they were also extrely humiliated to be slapped in front of so many people. But when they struggled to run away, the guards pressed them back and gave them another slap in the face.
"Wow, I can't tell if they are acting or really being slapped. Their performance is really perfect." Soone exclaid in a low voice.
Abby's pale face was busted open and bleeding. She wanted to cry and tell them she was not acting. Soone used the play to persecute her!
Their faces were covered with blood and distorted with pain. But they couldn't make a sound at all.
Finally, they fainted from the pain on the ground!
The director shouted cut and gave the actors who played the guards a look. Soon the three actresses have pulled away.
As the crowd was cleared away from the studio, Savannah went back to her restroom silently.
It took her a long ti to recover from what she had seen. She was still a little shocked to think of Abby's bloody body and contorted features.
She lost in thought and didn't notice soone entered the restroom until the voice of a crew mber said, "Savannah, your next scene is about to begin. Get ready. Zagreb Film arranged a designer to help with your dresses for the next scene. If you need any help, tell her to do it."
Savannah stood up and turned around, froze for a mont.
Behind the screw mber was Katrina, and her face took on a ghastly expression.
The company sent Katrina here as her assistant?
Katrina didn't know why the company suddenly sent her to the studio to help. She was even more shocked when she saw Savannah.
"What are you waiting for? Help Savannah to iron her clothes for the next scene!" The crew mber said impatiently.
Everyone was very busy in the cast. As long as Katrina could do so help, they didn't care about her title and status in the company. So the crew mber's tone was not very polite.
Katrina gritted her teeth but didn't say anything. She picked up the clothes and went to the ironing board.
After ironing the clothes, she threw them on the table in front of Savannah.
Savannah was sitting on a chair, reading the script. She looked at Katrina's dark face with a cold smile, "You crushed the dresses. Iron them again."
Katrina knew she was deliberately finding trouble for her. But she was sent by the company to be Savannah's temporary assistant, she couldn't say anything at that mont.
After ironing the clothes again, she put them on the table carefully.
However, Savannah waved her hand and asked her to rework, without even a glance at the clothes.
Katrina blushed with anger, swallowed it, and did the work again.
Finally, Savannah picked the clothes up and went into the locker room. After a while, she ca out. Katrina was playing with her phone on a chair.
"I'm thirsty," Savannah said.
"What do you an?" Katrina looked up from her phone in disbelief.
"You are my assistant now, aren't you? It should be no problem to ask you to do sothing else, I guess." Savannah shrugged.
Katrina's face turned red with embarrassnt.
"Savannah! Are you using as a servant? I'm a designer, not your housemaid! You want too much!"She couldn't figure out why Savannah suddenly beca an important character in Fashion Queen, but she couldn't control an impulse to snap back angrily.
"If my mory serves right, Miss Kaif, when you asked to pour a cup of coffee for you last ti, you said that the employee should do whatever the company asks you to do. Do you forget? Didn't the company send you here to serve ? What's wrong with getting a glass of water for ? Or are you just strict with others and lenient towards yourself?"
Katrina stared with anger. She knew Savannah was intentionally getting back at her!
However, Savannah dared not do this herself. Soone indulged her so that she could fight back.
This guy, of course, was Mr. Sterling.
Who else in the company dared to send her to the studio to serve Savannah? After all, everyone in the company knew she was Mr. Sterling's fiancée's bestie!
Katrina frowned.
Dylan had done with Savannah. He was about to get engaged to Charlotte, wasn't he?
Why was he on Savannah's side again?
"What? Is my word not clear enough?" Savannah said in a harsh tone.
Katrina had no ti to think more. She swallowed her anger and went to pour her a glass of water.
The next scene was about to begin. Katrina followed Savannah to the set with so clothes, a kettle, a small fan, and a folding beach chair.
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