And now, seeing Hera bring her creation to life, it felt as if a part of her soul was being revealed to the world.
Hera had not only understood her character—she had beco her.
At that mont, the screenwriter knew that her creation was no longer just a story. It was sothing real, sothing the world would soon witness.
When everyone heard Hera’s reasoning, they fell into deep contemplation.
It was only natural for people to fear death, especially after witnessing their loved ones perish one after another, helplessly watching as their world crumbled before their eyes.
Yet, Hera’s perspective challenged that instinct, shifting the narrative from fear to defiance.
Looking at Hera and the screenwriter’s emotional reaction, they all felt as though her portrayal had struck a deeper chord.
Hera’s interpretation wasn’t just a performance—it was the very essence of what a female protagonist in an action-romance film should embody.
Her portrayal promised a heroine driven by grit, purpose, and a burning desire to honor the sacrifices of those she loved, rather than succumbing to despair.
This realization filled everyone with excitent. They couldn’t wait to see such a unique and compelling character brought to life on the big screen, and they eagerly anticipated how Hera’s performance would unfold in the final production.
The room buzzed with anticipation, as if they were already witnessing the makings of sothing truly extraordinary.
With that thought, the excitent to begin filming grew among the crew.
Everyone was caught up in their own reflections as Hera was escorted outside by the sa female crew mber who had initially brought her in.
Xavier remained behind, but Hera, unaware of the ti, stepped out after spending over an hour and a half inside.
Between performing two scenes—one more than Alice—and engaging in a long conversation with Director Nick and the others, she hadn’t realized how much ti had passed.
When she erged, the waiting candidates were surprised. They had assud Hera had already left unnoticed, as no announcent was made and the staff seed too busy with discussions to send anyone ho.
Seeing her now, many couldn’t believe she had spent twice as long inside the room as Alice had.
It was clear to everyone that sothing extraordinary had transpired during her ti there.
Even Alice, upon seeing Hera step out, felt her fury rise to an almost uncontrollable level.
Her eyes burned with barely concealed anger, though she forced herself to maintain a composed expression.
Internally, she was seething, cursing Hera for what she perceived as an attempt to steal the role that she believed rightfully belonged to her.
To Alice, the heroine role was hers—undisputed and destined.
The re thought of Hera, who seed to constantly overshadow her and take what she felt was hers, was enough to ignite a vindictive desire within her.
Though she didn’t dare to act out openly, the simring resentnt made her yearn for an opportunity to lash out and put Hera in her place.
She despised it when things didn’t go her way—especially when she believed they were rightfully hers.
Her frustration festered, and with each passing day, her hatred for Hera grew more intense.
The bitterness consud her thoughts, pushing her to darker places, until she began to entertain the idea of eliminating Hera entirely.
If Hera were gone, there would be no one left to obstruct her path, no one to challenge her claim to the spotlight.
The notion was chilling, yet in Alice’s twisted logic, it felt like the only way to reclaim what she believed was hers.
’Don’t bla for being ruthless,’ Alice thought, her eyes narrowing as they burned into Hera’s serene, beautiful face—a face that felt like a constant thorn in her side.
The re sight of Hera was enough to ignite a fresh wave of resentnt in Alice’s chest.
With all the candidates having completed their auditions and the director clearly set on his choice for the heroine, the group was dismissed and sent ho.
As they exited, curiosity buzzed among the other candidates. Everyone wanted to ask Hera what had transpired during her extended ti inside the audition room.
Why had she been there for so long? What had the discussion entailed?
Yet, with the crew diligently escorting them out, there was no opportunity for questions or chatter. Frustrated whispers and unspoken questions hung in the air as they departed.
The female crew mber escorted the candidates to the building’s entrance, where the assistants and cars of the actresses waited.
Her lingering presence made it clear that no one could linger or cause a scene, leaving the candidates with little choice but to depart one by one.
Soon, the entrance cleared as they left, until only Hera and a few others remained, standing quietly and waiting for her ride.
Alice strode over to Hera, a sneer curling on her lips. "Tsk, Hera, no ride to pick you up?" she mocked, pausing as her eyes darted around the area.
Not spotting Xavier, she let out a chuckle, her voice dripping with malice. "After seducing so many n, not one of them is here to fetch you? How pathetic."
Hera chose to ignore Alice completely, unwilling to waste her energy on petty provocations.
She was already drained, having poured her emotions and ntal focus into her performance earlier.
Engaging with Alice would only prolong an unnecessary exchange—or perhaps, it wouldn’t even qualify as a conversation at all.
Alice’s words dripped with venom as she tried to provoke Hera, her voice thick with malicious satisfaction.
"What, did I hit a nerve? Are you just a pretty face, nothing more? They didn’t even pick you for the lead role, which only proves you’re just a cum dumster to them, right?"
She sneered, convinced that Hera was nothing but a fleeting distraction, a beauty who couldn’t captivate a man’s heart.
’No man would turn away from a pretty face, but a beautiful face alone can’t keep their fickle hearts,’
Alice thought, bitterly believing that it took a woman with more cunning to truly hold their attention. Unlike Hera, who only played the virtuous card and was as dull as ever.
Alice sneered, her words dripping with mockery. "What, you want to help you warm their beds? The more, the rrier," she added, her voice laced with cruel amusent as she watched Hera’s every reaction.
Alice had always been confident in her ability to manipulate situations, especially in the way she chard the male leads in the novel.
She would often feign resistance—saying things like, "No, we can’t do this," or "This isn’t the right place," only for those very words to dissolve into heated monts, with her eagerly straddling their waists in the end.
In contrast, Hera’s progress had been slower—just tender and not-so-tender touches, passionate kisses, and brief connections.
While Alice seed to have no difficulty using her body to keep her n around, there was a stark irony in the dynamic between them.
Hera, on the other hand, wasn’t just about physicality; she was seeking emotional connections, trying to understand the male leads and open her heart, slowly dismantling her prejudices.
If anything, it was Alice who seed to be the true "bed warr" in their world, while Hera was building sothing deeper, more aningful.
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