Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 203 - 179: Julian Fairchild Rushes In (Part 2)

"There’s a doctor here, let’s take Maeve to see him first."

Upon hearing this, Julian Fairchild changed direction and walked straight toward the location Director Dayne ntioned. From a distance, Sumr Ainsworth spotted the rash on Maeve Lane’s face—her originally fair and translucent complexion now had large patches of red, looking sowhat frightening.

A strange light flashed in her eyes, "Co on, let’s go check it out too."

Sumr’s agent and assistant followed her to the infirmary.

Fortunately, the crew had anticipated this issue, and before filming began, they had arranged for a doctor to be there, so in case any accident happened, they wouldn’t be caught off guard, potentially leading to more serious problems.

When they reached the infirmary door, they saw Director Dayne and several producers sighing as they walked out. Inside, they could faintly hear Julian Fairchild talking with the doctor.

The flas of Sumr’s jealousy burned even more fiercely. She clearly rembered that when she first arrived, Julian Fairchild was always indifferent to Maeve Lane, but now, over a month had passed, and it seed their relationship had developed rapidly.

Maeve Lane didn’t seem to change, always looking at everyone with that cold deanor, but Julian Fairchild—Sumr clenched her fists—she could see it clearly.

He must have taken a liking to Maeve Lane.

However, luckily she succeeded. With Maeve like this, she definitely won’t be able to shoot the upcoming scenes!

Sumr walked up to Director Dayne and consoled, "Director Dayne, don’t worry, if Maeve can’t shoot, we can still find soone else, there’s still ti."

Director Dayne gave her a strange look, "Find soone else?"

Seeing that Director Dayne showed so interest, Sumr felt like she found an ally, "Yes, actually I think I could try for that role. I feel I’m quite similar to Eliza Grant."

"Eliza Grant in the original work is an unparalleled beauty. Even when dressed as a man, people can’t take their eyes off her. Which part do you think you fit?" Director Dayne was blunt, "Besides, the results aren’t out yet. How do you know she can’t act anymore and want to replace her?"

Sumr froze, feeling a bit guilty. Before she could co up with an excuse, Maeve Lane walked in from inside. Compared to earlier, the redness on Maeve’s face had vanished.

She was so shocked she couldn’t speak, "How did you..."

Maeve looked at her with a slightly playful smile, "How did I what?"

Sumr abruptly fell silent.

The gazes from those around her made her chuckle awkwardly, "Nothing."

After they left, Sumr finally cald herself.

Unwillingly biting her lip, it seed impossible. Could Sylvia Lane have deceived her? But Sylvia didn’t look like she was lying at all.

From what she knew about Sylvia, she absolutely despised Maeve Lane more than Sumr had imagined!

So why was it?

Did she use too little of it?

Sumr dismissed her assistant and agent, deciding to ask for herself. Only then would she feel content.

The doctor in a white coat was sitting in front of a dicine cabinet, holding a pen, jotting down notes.

A probing female voice rang out.

"Hello doctor, I’m Sumr Ainsworth."

The doctor looked up at her, put down the pen, and smiled, "Hello, is there sothing bothering you?"

He had worked as an on-set doctor for many crews, having seen more celebrities than als eaten, so he remained calm before Sumr.

She didn’t directly ask but found a random excuse, "I have a bit of a stomachache, I think it’s food poisoning. Could you check out, doctor?"

The doctor nodded and placed his hand on Sumr’s wrist.

At this mont, Sumr said seemingly casually, "Your dical skills are really impressive, to resolve allergies so quickly... Maeve’s symptoms weren’t severe, right? I saw she was gone in no ti."

The doctor felt her pulse, seemingly not understanding her, "Who did you say had an allergy?"

Sumr impatiently repeated, her tone more urgent, "Maeve Lane. She didn’t look allergic at all just now."

The doctor looked at her strangely, "If she didn’t look allergic, how did you know?"

"...I," Sumr’s eyes wandered, "I think it looked like... were her symptoms very mild?"

The doctor’s gaze changed slightly, moving to another spot.

But Sumr didn’t notice at all, she continued talking to herself, "Doctor, why aren’t you answering ?"

"I’d also like to know why you thought I was allergic."

A cold female voice, like a bolt of lightning, exploded in Sumr’s ear.

She was so startled that she shivered, not daring to turn around.

The doctor regained his composure and greeted, "Mr. Fairchild, Miss Lane, Director Dayne."