Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 101: None Among These Beauties Can Compare to Zoe

Maeve Lane holds the script in one hand and a red watercolor pen in the other, her brows slightly furrowed, eyes focused on the lines of text, without responding.

Sarah Sutton noticed sothing was amiss too. "Maeve, Fairchild is talking to you."

Maeve Lane finishes the last stroke, lifts her head, and says, "Okay."

Sarah Sutton is not idle either. She casually flips open the script, then points to a segnt, saying with a smile, "Let’s rehearse this scene then. According to the schedule, we’re filming it tomorrow. We previously ntioned asking Fairchild for guidance, but never had the chance. Now it’s perfect, both of you are here."

This scene is where Eliza Grant finds Miles Monarch in the tavern, drinking wine with a group of princes and watching beautiful dancers.

Ethan Grant walks in and sees Miles Monarch already sowhat drunk, surrounded by others who are all savvy. In this chaotic world, countless eyes are watching Miles for any mistake, and it wouldn’t be surprising if tomorrow he was tainted with a reputation for debauchery.

Maeve Lane imagines Ethan Grant’s expression, her face stern as she looks at Julian Fairchild and says, "Miles, as the Crown Prince, you shouldn’t indulge in wine and won like this."

Julian Fairchild instantly imrses himself in the role, deserving of his reputation as an acclaid actor. With a single gesture, he exudes the air of nobility.

He lazily lifts his head, a teasing glint in his eyes, "Zoe, you always keep beauties at a distance, entirely unaware of the joys of fine wine and fair maidens. Are you truly going to live a solitary life?"

Julian Fairchild’s line delivery is exceptional, with his natural and expressive voice resonating boldly amidst the noise. Many rehearsing others can’t help but look over.

Director Dayne also glances over, eyes gleaming.

Asher Forrest, however, is different; his gaze is entirely focused on Maeve Lane.

Maeve Lane is increasingly captivating, every casual gesture resembling a movie scene.

Lost in his admiration, Maeve Lane is suddenly blocked from view.

Sarah Sutton shoots Asher Forrest a displeased look, turning her body to shield Maeve Lane and warns him with a fierce glare.

Maeve Lane remains silent, her eyes fixed intensely on him.

Julian Fairchild moves closer, as if the room is not a eting hall but the renowned tavern of the Celestial Dynasty, where countless dignitaries co to revel, his eyes infused with a playful air, embodying Miles Monarch.

This sense of noble elegance, unmatched across the entertainnt world.

He grows interested, lifting Ethan Grant’s chin.

And Julian Fairchild does lift her chin.

Maeve Lane did not expect Julian Fairchild would touch her; for a brief mont, she breaks character, but soon she adjusts, looking at him with a complex gaze.

Julian Fairchild’s lips curl into a smile, eyes seemingly intoxicated, his words almost slurred yet landing firmly in Maeve Lane’s ears, "I took a good look, and our Zoe is even more beautiful than any of these ladies. If you were a daughter, I would surely make you my consort."

Maeve Lane brushes away his hand with a graceful gesture, perfectly embodying youthful flair, "Miles. You’ve said this to others at least ten tis."

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A round of applause erupts continuously, only stopping when Director Dayne calls for a halt.

He comnts with satisfaction, "Well done! Maeve Lane’s expression and emotion are spot on; tomorrow we might get it in one take."