Leo Carlson shook his head and said it didn’t matter, "When I was young, I also went through this. If Director Stewart doesn’t mind, we could start with the scenes featuring John Lynch and ; maybe I could offer him so assistance."
Jack Stewart thought about it and felt that it could indeed be a good opportunity.
If soone like Leo Carlson, a formidable actor with true talent, could guide him, John Lynch’s performance would likely improve significantly.
Hannah beckoned, calling over John Lynch, who was grappling with the script. "Mr. Carlson will be acting with you. From now on, consider him your teacher," she said.
John Lynch stared at Hannah blankly for a while before he reacted, quickly bowing to Leo Carlson and calling out, "Teacher."
Leo Carlson just smiled and patted his shoulder.
Once Leo Carlson had left, John Lynch looked at Hannah with guilt, "Sis, did I let you down?"
Hannah said no.
John Lynch felt even more ashad.
Hannah could only sigh and patted his shoulder as well, "If you’re truly afraid of disappointing , then work hard from now on. Don’t embarrass , and don’t let others say I have poor judgnt."
John Lynch nodded vigorously, as if making a solemn vow, utterly serious, "Rest assured, I definitely won’t let you down. I will beco the most outstanding artist you’ve signed!"
The mood of a young person always changes exceptionally fast; one mont they could be sad, and the next they could be brimming with confidence, always ready in a heartbeat.
They have an endless supply of youthful energy and vitality.
Jack Stewart added dryly from the side, "Hannah only signed you as an artist; you are both the best and the worst."
The smile on John Lynch’s face collapsed again.
Hannah laughed and pushed Jack Stewart away, consoling the struck-down boy, "Don’t listen to him. Co on, I’ll treat you to supper tonight, and everyone else can join too. It’s on today."
The crew mbers all put down their work and cheered.
...
Having decided to shoot the scenes with the male lead and the second male lead first, Hannah, the lead actress, ended up having a few days off to rest.
Since she had planned to take a break after filming this movie, she did not intend to leave the set in the coming days.
The location designated for the movie shooting was quite remote; by just after nine o’clock, it had beco completely quiet outside, leaving only a few solitary streetlights.
Before taking a rest, Hannah, as usual, talked on the phone with Arnold Simmons
Everything was as it always had been.
...
The weather in November brought with it a fine, dense drizzle.
The sound of the rain could not overpower the crashing of the waves; once the wind blew, it dissipated everything.
In just a few minutes, the rain beca heavier, and the cold wind slamd against the windows with the rain, as if ready to break through this last barrier and flood the entire room at any mont.
The room’s lighting was dim, and the man sat in a corner, fiddling with a lighter in his hand.
Between flashes of the lighter’s fla, there was thunder and lightning outside the window.
The girl, unconscious, was tied hands behind her back to a chair, her face pale as snow, save for her lips, which were vivid to the extre, like crushed petals.
Out of fragility arose a dazzling beauty.
As beautiful as the radiant sun in an ink painting.
Jimmy Simmons sat on the side, quietly admiring for quite a while, the curve of his lips taking on a sickly infatuation.
"She’s truly beautiful," he sighed quietly in the empty room.
The feeling of helplessness and heaviness made Hannah instinctively curl her fingers.
Stiffness and chill swept through her body in that instant.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and as she opened her eyes, all she saw was a blurred darkness.
A black cloth covered her vision.
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