Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 205 - 180: What Julian Fairchild Left Behind

Sumr Ainsworth seed still in disbelief. How could such a perfectly good transaction, a win-win for her, turn into this?

She never imagined that the agreent Sylvia Lane gave her was actually fake!

Director Dayne was furious, barely able to contain his temper, "I didn’t expect you to be such a person! What kind of grudge do you have against Maeve Lane to harm her like this? Luckily, Maeve was smart enough to discover it early, otherwise, we would have fallen for your trap!"

Despite trying to control his temper, Director Dayne’s voice was still stern, making everyone who heard it feel intimidated, "Even suggesting replacing Maeve! I think I should be replacing you instead!"

Sumr’s worst fears were realized, and tears quickly welled up in her eyes, "Director Dayne, I was just muddled for a mont, I really didn’t do it on purpose, I promise it won’t happen again, please forgive this ti..."

Director Dayne, feeling disappointed, glanced secretly at Julian Fairchild.

He had cast people based on the original work and expended a lot of effort to assemble the right cast. Changing actors now would inevitably incur great costs, not to ntion the ti lost. The footage that had been fild and edited was practically wasted now! But how could Sumr be so blind, offending Julian Fairchild’s woman!

"You’re an absolute fool!" Director Dayne sighed deeply twice, and without waiting for Julian to speak, he called his assistant, "Arrange to have all of Sumr’s scenes cut! Imdiately prepare for auditions again, and minimize the losses as much as possible!"

Sumr cried with her nose running and tears streaming down her face, "Maeve, I was wrong... I was really wrong. Maeve, please plead with Director Dayne for , I was just confused for a mont..."

She tried to embrace Director Dayne’s arm, but he flung her off, "Go, go, go, you’ll move out today. Let tell you, Maeve already told she’s allergic to mangoes, and if it’s severe, it could be life-threatening! You should be thankful Maeve’s health wasn’t seriously affected! Otherwise, you’d surely be marked as a disreputable artist!"

Maeve Lane was sowhat surprised by this resolution, not expecting Director Dayne to act so decisively and swiftly remove Sumr from the project.

If Director Dayne knew what Maeve was thinking, he would probably say that he clearly distinguishes between short-term benefits and long-term gains. Now that Sumr had offended Maeve Lane, she had offended Julian Fairchild!

What’s more, if the drama were released and Sumr’s scandal exposed, it might not be sothing a simple actor replacent could fix.

At that point, even his reputation might be affected by this woman Sumr!

Hearing Sumr’s wailing, Maeve didn’t even lift an eyelid, her expression sowhat indifferent.

When she walked into the makeup room, she felt sothing was wrong, but couldn’t find the source.

Although she was sensitive to that substance, it wasn’t to the point that just a whiff would trigger symptoms. However, that intense sll lingered past noon, and unable to find the source, Maeve remained on guard.

Sumr thought since she couldn’t sll it, others wouldn’t either, but the more allergic one is, the more sensitive to allergens they beco.

The faint sll of mango was so strong in Maeve’s nose that it was almost overwhelming.

When the makeup artist was applying her foundation, Maeve almost imdiately sensed sothing wrong with the toner.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and in her mind, she had already guessed sowhat.

But she chose to skip that step, acting nonchalant and letting the makeup artist proceed.

She wanted to see who tampered with this... though she already had a suspect in mind.

Thus, the scene that unfolded in the afternoon.

After touching the blood used as a prop, she pretended to have an allergic reaction. There was no high-tech device hidden in her long sleeves, just a lip stain... akin to today’s lipstick, but more convenient.

To Maeve now.

She dabbed so with the back of her hand and sared it on her face. It looked like she was uncomfortable and fidgeting, but in fact, she was "coloring" herself.

A patch of stark red.

Intending to seize the opportunity to observe who was behind it and confront them, she hadn’t finished her "makeup" performance when Julian Fairchild scooped her up.

She vividly rembered Julian’s slightly heavy breathing, furrowed brows, and how he looked down at her like she was a fragile glass bottle.

Then, as he moved closer, Julian didn’t notice, but Maeve saw that the rouge on her face was transferred onto his forehead.

Being so tall, when he embraced her, he could completely shield her with his body.