Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 98: Who Is the Second Male Lead?

Early morning.

Since it’s a period drama, "Rivers and Mountains as Usual" is fild in scenic locations.

A temporary eting room beside a pristine lake.

Maeve Lane, Sarah Sutton, Nina Quinn, Director Dayne, and other staff sat around an extended wide table. In front of them was a small blackboard with scattered notes on it.

Maeve glanced at the people seated at the table. The only na she could recall was Sumr Ainsworth, who still seed bothered by the incident the other day. When she t Maeve’s gaze, she glared at her fiercely.

Sarah noticed and directly rolled her eyes, saying to Maeve, "Maeve, let’s go to Palova soday soon. You seem like you’ve been attracting troublemakers lately."

"Who are you calling a troublemaker?" Sumr, who was sitting close by, lowered her voice, a flicker of resentnt in her eyes.

"Whoever responds is who I an!"

Sumr bit her lip and whispered, "Maeve, aren’t you going to do sothing about your manager? She’s so sarcastic wherever she goes. Aren’t you afraid she’ll get you killed one day?"

"Oh." Maeve raised her voice slightly and sneered, "If soone like you is doing fine, what about my Sarah?"

"She’s clearly speaking the truth."

Sarah exaggeratedly shouted and hugged Maeve with "tearful" eyes, "Maeve, you truly understand !"

Sumr gritted her teeth and turned to look at the manager sitting beside her, giving her a push, "Even other people’s dogs know how to be loyal to their owners. I’ve hired you for so long, and you can’t even say a word for ? Even if I really had a dog, it would wag its tail at . What are you here for?"

Sumr’s manager, with the last na Ji, couldn’t muster a response after being scolded, and could only awkwardly apologize with a smile.

Maeve had a bottle of milk on her right, still warm. She opened the cap, took a sip, and asked, "Sarah, do you know who the second male lead is? I don’t think I saw it on the contract."

Sarah shook her head, "There’s a confidentiality agreent. I don’t know either, but we should find out soon. He’ll be attending, right?"

"Yeah." Maeve asked casually.

A familiar figure appeared at the door.

Her gaze lingered on Julian Fairchild for a mont, and then, as if he were a stranger, she looked away.

She had taken her dicine yesterday. For the remaining few months, she didn’t want any unexpected entanglents with Julian Fairchild.

Even without the misunderstandings from back then, they were not ant to be.

This should have ended years ago.

As Maeve’s heart sank slightly, Julian Fairchild sat down to her right without speaking.

Miles Hughes ca forward, touched Maeve’s milk, and said, "Miss Lane, this milk has gotten cold. Shall I get you a hot one?"

"No need." She picked up the milk, "It would be such a waste."

With that, Maeve drank the bottle of milk down to the last drop.

Miles quietly closed his mouth and quickly glanced at Julian Fairchild’s expression.

Ah, it’s been like this all day long.

These two can be so stubborn when they’re in a cold war.

From afar ca a man’s laughter, sowhat arrogant, "Don’t be polite. If you want an autograph in the future, just ask . We’re colleagues, different from others."

Maeve pondered quietly about who it could be, then saw the man outside push open the door. He was dressed in trendy streetwear, his face could only be called delicate compared to Julian Fairchild, with a large luxury brand logo hat on his head, looking quite fashionable.

"Maeve, do you know who he is?" Sarah gave the man who walked in a deep look, with a sense of foreboding, "Why does he look so familiar to ?"