Behind the Scenes of Dreams

The waves crashed against the cliffs of Nova Scotia with an almost musical rhythm, but Aria Morgan knew better. After three years of studying marine biology at the remote Blackrock Research Station, she had learned to distinguish between natural ocean sounds and something more... peculiar. Tonight, there was definitely something different in the water's song.

Standing on the observation deck of the research facility, her long dark hair whipping in the salty breeze, Aria focused her night vision binoculars on the churning waters below. The full moon cast an ethereal glow across the surface, making it easier to spot any unusual movement. That's when she saw it - a flash of iridescent scales, much too large to be any known fish species.

"You're out here late again," a deep voice spoke behind her. Dr. Nathaniel Cross, the facility's new head of cryptozoology, stood in the doorway. His presence had been causing quite a stir among the female staff since his arrival last month, with his storm-gray eyes and the mysterious scar that ran from his left temple to his jaw. But Aria had noticed something else about him - the way he always seemed to appear whenever the strange occurrences happened.

"There's something out there, Dr. Cross," Aria said, not taking her eyes off the water. "Something big."

"Please, call me Nate," he said, moving to stand beside her. His proximity sent an involuntary shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold. "And I know. That's why I'm here."

Before Aria could question what he meant, a haunting melody drifted up from the waters below. It wasn't quite singing - more like an otherworldly humming that seemed to resonate in her very bones. To her surprise, she found herself taking an unconscious step toward the railing, drawn by the sound.

Nate's hand shot out, gripping her arm. "Don't listen too closely," he warned, his voice tight with concern. "They're hunting tonight."

"They?" Aria tried to shake off the melody's lingering effect. "Who are 'they'?"

Just then, a figure emerged from the waves - a woman with silvery skin and long, phosphorescent hair. Her eyes glowed with an unnatural blue light, and when she opened her mouth to continue her song, Aria saw rows of sharp, pearl-like teeth. The creature's beauty was both terrifying and mesmerizing.

"Sirens," Nate whispered, his grip on Aria's arm tightening. "Real ones. Not the sanitized versions from your fairy tales."

The siren's gaze locked onto them, and her song changed, becoming more focused, more enticing. Aria felt Nate tense beside her, and when she looked at him, she was shocked to see his eyes had taken on a silvery sheen, reflecting the moonlight like a cat's.

"We need to get inside," he said through gritted teeth, though he seemed to be fighting the urge to move closer to the railing himself. "Now."

But as they turned to leave, Aria caught sight of something in the water that made her blood run cold. Dozens of glowing eyes had appeared beneath the waves, and more figures were rising to the surface. Their songs began to intertwine, creating a symphony of supernatural beauty and terror.

"Dr. Cross... Nate," Aria's voice trembled slightly. "What's really going on at this facility?"

He finally turned to look at her fully, and in the moonlight, she could see that his scar was glowing with a faint blue light. "It's not just a research station, Aria. It's a containment facility. We monitor and protect humanity from ancient creatures that most people think are myths. And right now," he glanced back at the water where more sirens were emerging, "something has disturbed them. Something that hasn't happened in over a hundred years."

"What?" Aria asked, though part of her feared the answer.

"They're looking for their lost queen," Nate's voice was grim. "And for some reason, they think she's here."

A particularly powerful wave crashed against the cliffs, sending spray high enough to reach the observation deck. As the droplets hit Aria's skin, she felt a strange tingling sensation, and for just a moment, her reflection in the window showed her eyes glowing with the same ethereal blue light as the creatures below.

Nate saw it too. His expression shifted from concern to something more complex - fear, fascination, and what looked almost like recognition. "We need to talk," he said quietly. "About your mother. About why you were really assigned to this facility. And about why you've always felt so drawn to the sea."

The siren's song grew louder, more insistent, and Aria felt something stir within her - ancient memories that couldn't possibly be her own, yet somehow were. As she followed Nate inside, one thought kept repeating in her mind: her life as she knew it was about to change forever, and there would be no going back to the simple world of marine biology and research papers.

Behind them, the sirens continued their haunting chorus, their songs now carrying a note of triumph. They had found what they were looking for.

The facility's underground laboratory was a maze of steel and glass, illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights that made everything look clinical and cold. Aria followed Nate through a series of security checkpoints, each requiring increasingly complex biometric scans. Her mind was still reeling from the events on the observation deck, the sirens' song echoing in her memory.

        "How long have you known?" she finally asked as they entered what appeared to be his private office. Unlike the sterile corridors outside, this room was filled with artifacts that looked ancient - shells with strange markings, crystals that seemed to pulse with their own inner light, and walls covered in charts mapping underwater ley lines.

        Nate moved to a heavily secured cabinet, his fingers dancing across a complex lock. "Since the moment you arrived at Blackrock. Your bio-readings were... unique." He pulled out a thick file with her name on it. "But your mother knew long before that."

        "My mother?" Aria's voice cracked. "She died when I was three. All I have are some photos and my father's stories about her love for the ocean."

        "Your mother didn't die, Aria." Nate's voice was gentle but firm as he placed an old photograph on his desk. "She returned."

        The photograph showed a woman standing on these very cliffs, her wild dark hair streaming in the wind. She looked exactly like Aria, except for her eyes - they held that same otherworldly blue glow Aria had seen in her own reflection moments ago.

        "That's impossible," Aria whispered, but even as she spoke, memories began to surface - the way she could hold her breath for impossibly long periods, her uncanny ability to predict storms, the strange songs that sometimes filled her dreams.

        Suddenly, the lights flickered, and a low vibration ran through the building. Nate's expression turned serious. "They're testing the barriers," he said, moving to a bank of monitors showing underwater footage. Multiple figures darted past the cameras, their movements too quick and graceful to be human.

        "What barriers?" Aria asked, joining him at the monitors.

        "Electromagnetic fields designed to keep them at bay. But with their queen so close..." He glanced at her meaningfully. "They're stronger than usual."

        "I am not their queen," Aria said firmly, though something deep inside her stirred at the words.

        "No, but you're her daughter. The first successful hybrid in centuries." Nate pulled up more files on his computer. "Your mother was their queen, and when she fell in love with your father, it created a diplomatic crisis. A siren queen choosing a human was unprecedented."

        The vibrations grew stronger, and somewhere in the facility, an alarm began to sound. On the monitors, the sirens' movements became more coordinated, more purposeful.

        "They're not just testing anymore," Nate muttered. He grabbed what looked like an ancient trident from a wall display. "They're breaking through."

        Aria's head suddenly filled with voices - not speaking English, but a fluid, musical language she somehow understood. They were calling to her, telling her to come home, to take her rightful place.

        "Make it stop," she gasped, pressing her hands to her temples.

        Nate reached for her, but stopped short when he saw her eyes - they were glowing brighter now, and her skin had taken on a slight iridescent sheen. "Fight it, Aria. You're not just one of them. You're both human and siren. That's what makes you special."

        The facility shook more violently, and the lights went out completely. In the darkness, Nate's eyes glowed silver again, and Aria could finally ask the question that had been nagging at her.

        "What are you?" she whispered. "You're not entirely human either, are you?"

        Before he could answer, the reinforced windows of his office exploded inward in a shower of glass and seawater. In the opening hovered three sirens, their beauty terrible and magnificent. The one in the center spoke, her voice carrying both authority and disdain.

        "Step away from the princess, Guardian. She belongs with her people."

        Nate raised the trident, which began to glow with an electric blue light. "She belongs where she chooses to belong."

        As seawater swirled around them, Aria felt power surge through her body - raw, ancient, and demanding to be released. She had a choice to make, but first, she needed answers.

        "Tell me everything," she said, her voice carrying a new note of command that surprised even her. "About my mother, about what you are," she looked at Nate, "and about why I'm really here."

        The siren queen smiled, showing those pearl-like teeth. "Oh, little princess. You're here because a war is coming. And you," her glow intensified, "are the key to everything."

The seawater swirling around Aria's feet felt alive, responding to her emotions like an extension of her body. The three sirens remained suspended in the shattered window frame, their ethereal forms casting an otherworldly glow throughout Nate's flooded office. The lead siren - who had introduced herself as Cordelia, First General of the Deep Realm - watched her with ancient eyes that held both wisdom and cunning.

        "Your mother's choice started this war," Cordelia said, her voice carrying the rhythm of waves. "When she chose your father, she didn't just abandon her throne - she disrupted a balance that had existed for millennia. The Deep Realm has been without a true queen for twenty years, and the dark ones grow bolder each day."

        "The dark ones?" Aria asked, acutely aware of Nate's tension beside her, his grip tightening on the glowing trident.

        "The Abyssal Court," Nate answered grimly. "Think of them as your people's darker cousins. While the sirens of the Deep Realm protect the oceans, the Abyssal Court seeks to corrupt them. Without a queen's power to maintain the barriers..."

        "They're breaking free," Cordelia finished. "Even now, they gather in the deep trenches, preparing for war. Only a queen's song can reinforce the ancient seals."

        Aria felt the weight of their expectations pressing down on her like the ocean itself. "And you think I can do this? I don't even know how to control whatever... this is." She gestured to her still-glowing skin.

        "That's why I'm here," a new voice spoke from the doorway. Aria turned to see a woman she'd only known from photographs - her mother. Nerissa, former queen of the Deep Realm, stood in the threshold, looking exactly as she had twenty years ago. Her presence made the very air vibrate with power.

        "Mom?" Aria whispered, emotions warring inside her.

        Nerissa's eyes - the same otherworldly blue as Aria's now were - filled with tears. "My daughter. My beautiful, brave daughter. I'm so sorry I had to leave you, but it was the only way to keep you safe while your powers matured."

        "Safe from what?" Aria demanded, anger suddenly surging through her. The water around her feet began to churn in response.

        "From those who would use you," Nate interjected, his voice carrying an edge of bitterness. "The Guardians weren't always noble protectors, Aria. Some believed that controlling a hybrid princess would give them power over both realms."

        "Like your father did?" Nerissa's voice turned cold as she addressed Nate. "Is that why you're so close to my daughter? Following in Marcus Cross's footsteps?"

        The tension in the room sparked like electricity. Nate's silver eyes flashed dangerously. "I am not my father."

        "Enough!" Aria's voice carried a new power, making everyone in the room freeze. The water around her feet rose in spiraling columns, responding to her command. "I want the truth. All of it. No more cryptic warnings or half-answers."

        Suddenly, the facility's emergency sirens blared to life. On Nate's monitors, dark shapes appeared in the deeper waters - humanoid figures with shark-like features and glowing red eyes.

        "The Abyssal Court," Cordelia hissed. "They've found us."

        "They found her," Nerissa corrected, moving to Aria's side. "They can sense your awakening power, daughter. We're out of time."

        The facility shuddered as something massive struck it from below. Through the broken window, Aria could see dark forms rising from the depths, their movements predatory and purposeful. The water around her feet turned ice-cold.

        "You have to choose now," Nate said urgently. "But know this - whatever you decide, I'll stand with you." His eyes met hers, and in them she saw not just duty or ambition, but something deeper, something personal.

        "As touching as that is, Guardian," Cordelia interrupted, "she needs to come with us. Only in the Deep Realm can she learn to control her powers in time."

        Another impact rocked the facility. In the distance, Aria could hear screams - the research staff, she realized with horror. They were unprotected, unaware of what was really happening.

        "I won't let innocent people die," Aria declared, feeling strength flow through her. "Mom, Cordelia - help me protect the facility. Nate..." she turned to him, "teach me how to fight."

        "Always choosing both worlds," Nerissa murmured, a mix of pride and worry in her voice. "Just like your mother."

        As the Abyssal Court's forces surrounded the facility, Aria felt something click into place inside her. She was neither fully human nor fully siren, neither wholly of land nor of sea. But perhaps that's exactly what both worlds needed.

        "Well then," she said, as power coursed through her veins and the song of the sea filled her mind, "let's show these dark ones what a hybrid princess can do."

        The water around her erupted upward, turning into a swirling shield of liquid crystal, just as the first of the dark figures burst through the facility's lower levels. The war for two worlds was about to begin, and Aria stood at its center, with a Guardian at her side and the power of two realms flowing through her blood.

The next few minutes dissolved into chaos. The Abyssal Court's warriors crashed through the facility's lower levels like a dark tide, their shark-like features twisted into snarls of hunger and hatred. Aria's crystalline water shield held against the first wave, but she could feel their darkness pressing against her power, trying to corrupt it.

        "Channel your emotions through the water," Nerissa instructed, her own powers creating whirlpools that trapped several attackers. "The sea responds to authentic feeling, not just will."

        Nate moved with inhuman grace, the trident in his hands leaving trails of electric blue energy as he fought. "We need to evacuate the research staff," he called out between strikes. "They're gathering near the main lab."

        Aria closed her eyes for a moment, and suddenly she could feel every drop of water in the facility - in the pipes, in the air, in human bodies. The awareness was overwhelming. "I can feel them," she gasped. "Everyone. Everything."

        "That's your queen's sense awakening," Cordelia explained, her own song turning violent as she fought. "You're connecting to your realm."

        An explosion rocked the lower level, and through her new awareness, Aria felt something massive entering the facility. The temperature of the water dropped dramatically, and even the sirens looked concerned.

        "Thalassos," Nerissa whispered, fear evident in her voice. "The Abyssal Prince himself."

        Through the broken floor emerged a figure that seemed made of living darkness. Unlike his warriors, Prince Thalassos appeared almost human, devastatingly beautiful in a cruel way. His eyes were the color of the deepest ocean trenches, and when he smiled, his teeth gleamed like black pearls.

        "The little princess awakens," his voice was like the crushing depths given sound. "How convenient. I was afraid I'd have to wait longer to claim my bride."

        "Bride?" Aria and Nate spoke simultaneously, his voice sharp with anger, hers with shock.

        "Did they not tell you?" Thalassos moved closer, his presence making the water around him turn black. "The only way to truly end the war between our courts is through union. Your mother refused me twenty years ago. But you..." his dark eyes roamed over her face, "you're even more powerful than she was."

        Nate stepped between them, the trident glowing brighter. "She's not a prize to be claimed, Thalassos."

        The Abyssal Prince's laugh was like ice cracking. "Ah, the Guardian speaks. Tell me, son of Marcus Cross, does your protection come from duty... or jealousy?"

        Before anyone could respond, a scream echoed from the main lab. Through her water sense, Aria felt the research staff's terror as more Abyssal warriors surrounded them.

        "Choose quickly, princess," Thalassos said smoothly. "Surrender to me, and I'll spare them all. Refuse, and watch your human friends feed my warriors."

        Aria felt rage build inside her - pure, hot, and powerful. The water around her began to glow, not with her mother's blue light or Thalassos's darkness, but with a brilliant purple that seemed to combine both aspects of her nature.

        "You want an answer?" Her voice carried the crash of waves and the strength of tidepools. "Here it is."

        She thrust her hands forward, and every drop of water in the facility responded. It rose from pipes, condensed from air, pulled from the sea itself. But instead of attacking, it began to sing - a new song, neither fully siren nor fully human, but something entirely unique.

        The Abyssal warriors closest to her began to writhe, their corrupted forms starting to purify under her hybrid power. Thalassos's eyes widened in genuine surprise, then narrowed in fury.

        "Impossible," he snarled. "No one can purify the Abyssal taint!"

        "She's not no one," Nate said, pride evident in his voice. "She's both of your worlds, and neither. And that makes her stronger than either."

        Aria's song grew stronger, and she felt Nate's energy joining with hers, the Guardian's power amplifying her own. Her mother and Cordelia added their voices, creating a harmony that made the very foundations of the facility vibrate.

        But Thalassos wasn't finished. With a roar of rage, he released his own power - a wave of such absolute darkness that it threatened to swallow all light. "If I cannot have you," he growled, "then no one will!"

        The two forces met in a spectacular clash of energy. In that moment, as purple light battled primordial darkness, Aria felt something else stirring in the depths beneath the facility - something ancient and powerful, awakened by their battle.

        "The Leviathan," Nerissa breathed. "The battle... it's waking the ancient ones."

        As if in response, a deep rumble shook the entire ocean floor, and everyone - siren, human, and Abyssal alike - froze in sudden, instinctive fear.

        In the brief silence, Aria heard Nate whisper, "Whatever happens next, Aria, know that I-"

        But his words were cut off as the floor beneath them cracked open, and the true power of the deep made its presence known. The war between courts had awakened something far older and more dangerous than any of them had imagined.

        And deep in her soul, Aria knew - this was only the beginning.

Chapter 1

"Rachel, look at my personal message. I'm telling you, and don't say Mary doesn't love you, there's a huge opportunity here. I'm giving you a shot at stardom. I've arranged for your new book to get three Virgo Media's recommendations, and the top spot, which no one else could even beg me for. Thinking that you have been on the street for so long, usually update is also quite diligent, want to give you an encouragement ...... Are you listening to the phone?"
On the phone, Sunrise Digital's editor-in-chief Mary while listening to Rachel's silence, while some anxiety in the heart, thought the phone was disconnected.
"Mary, I am listening! I'm at Pinewood Studios right now, and I've got three big night group scenes. You also know that I am the heroine's backdrop, so ...... only the heroine's shots, I have to accompany ......" Rachel's words made Mary's heart suddenly a bit unhappy. She had gone through a lot of effort, begging for this recommendation from Editor-in-Chief Dylan, wanting to help Rachel out.
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Later, Mary found out that all the readers of Rachel's books had switched to pirated copies. Mary had done a questionnaire for Rachel, and found that there was almost no communication between Rachel and her readers. This zero communication is equivalent to single-computer writing.
For this reason, Mary has told Rachel many times that she would like her to interact more with her readers, and Rachel's reason is always that she has a group drama to play, and that she is the backdrop for the main female character. ......
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"Rachel, give Mary an answer, do you want this first page promotion or not? I've gone through a lot of trouble to get it for this."
Rachel gritted her teeth and resolutely accepted.
Rachel gritted her teeth, and resolutely answered: "Mary, you're a generous person, don't talk to me like that. Mary, don't be so mean to me. Of course I want it, it's a great opportunity, thanks to you, I'm not going to prepare my manuscript properly."
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"Then you prepare for it, next Monday on the push, the best day to expose a little more. Prepare a good stock of manuscripts for the next two days."
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"Rachel, it's important to work on your script, but you have to take care of your health. You have to eat your meals on time, and you have to take care of your sleep."
Although Mary was worried about Rachel's health, she knew that her words of concern seemed a bit feeble while she was rushing the manuscript.
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Before the words left her mouth, the assistant director called out to Rachel from the side.
"Rachel, you go and get ready, later Stone female lead's scene, you don't need lines, just stand behind the female lead as usual."
The assistant director explained. "Is that clear?"
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Rachel took out a small mirror and realized that some of her foundation had fallen off when she answered the phone just now. Assistant Director Ma looked at the time on his wristwatch, "Five minutes to go, you need to hurry up."
Rachel ran straight to the dressing room with the hem of her ancient dress, but because she ran in a hurry, she accidentally collided with Cameron, the movie star.
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Cameron organized his costume, "My agent helped me to accept this drama, I'm playing the male lead Xiao Tian Xiao in this drama."
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Cameron patted Rachel's shoulder and said gently, "It's okay, go and do your makeup first. I'll explain to Jenna, we'll wait for you."
Rachel was so grateful to see Cameron help her out. "Thank you, ma'am."
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"Bianca, what a coincidence, we were just cast as partners in the last movie, and now we're a couple again in this movie."

Chapter 2

Cameron White knows that Bianca Foster has a crush on him, so he's going to have to stall for Rachel Lane today. During the last shoot, Bianca wanted to have some interaction with Cameron to create a scandal, but he refused. Today, she didn't expect Cameron, who was once so cold to her, to take the initiative to say hello to her.
Bianca gave a wink to her assistant, who immediately understood. Bianca approached Cameron, put her hand on his arm, and because the hem of her costume was a bit long, she accidentally tangled her shoes. Wrestling, 123......
After counting to three in her mind, she leaned forward slightly, which was instantly noticed by the quick-witted Cameron, who quickly reached out and hooked his hand around Bianca's waist, pulling her back into his arms. "Click click click ......"
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Cameron looked meaningfully at Bianca's young assistant, "Make it look good, I'm very particular about my images. If you want to make a scandal with me, you have to let me see the picture first."
Let me see them? The little assistant immediately felt cold sweat, no wonder Cameron would be so patient to let her take the picture, so it was to leave a way out for kicking.
"Cameron, we're really destined for each other. In 'Destined Emperor', I played Er Lady, and you played Xiao Tian Xiao, during lunch, the investor even mentioned that he wanted us to form a CP ...... This drama has already been ordered by all the major TV stations across the country, and it will definitely be a hit when it starts airing." Bianca laid out a lot, in fact, is only to hope that Cameron with the investor's publicity, after all, their pay is paid by the investor. After all, they are paid by the investor, and the investor is the owner of the cast and crew, even the biggest stars have to be careful, who dares to offend them?
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Cameron looked towards Rachel, who was walking towards him, and put forward his request to Bianca, who was slightly familiar with Rachel since she had done a few movies with her. However, the familiarity is only superficial.
"Hello Bianca!" Rachel greeted Bianca respectfully as usual, Cameron put his hand on Rachel's shoulder and introduced her to Bianca, "Bianca, this is my senior sister Rachel Lane, please take care of her in the future."
Bianca didn't realize that Rachel, who was usually her backdrop, was Cameron's mentor. "You are Master Reynolds' disciple?"
BsiZaxnMcRa KdzidQnD'pt understand $wghUy PROaLcih(el^, as Ta dziscWiple Xof Evtchan RueÉynvobltdZsl,q wqaQs reWduLcTeBd to uactiung in tDhOeg tBhe!aYtMedrÉ Ogdro'upx.U kRFacdhue.l RwasD uBsed tom sQefeing Biqanca'zs( shoAckTedó llookGsg. In' thser óindputsZtpry,O maKnyC kbUi&gQ na)meFs zwoulLd show óthBis. kindS Yoff )sSh(ockueId LeNxIpÉreOsswi&o^n QwShheCn t^hAey hhearéd HthIaIt s&hjeh wafs Va Sd,iYsciplLe offP nE$thaMny *R)etylnolZd)sR a_nd Bwasb tstZilPll aKcytinZg YinP htKhée pth.eyazt(er.J
"Bianca, it's okay, I'm just a bit rusty. I still need to work on my acting skills." Rachel didn't want any sympathy, nor did she need pity.
"Actors in position, adjust your emotions and get into the scene, Destined Emperor, Scene 3, Group A, ACTION......"
The assistant director Ma shouted to all the actors in the scene with a loudspeaker. "Your Majesty, I am Princess Yong, WE......"
BMianca_'sV dfzaccze ZbpeganW óto Usyhfowm anB infnLocient lqoomk(, DiirKecxt,org mCtomnnor* SGArKanAt laoo^ked atQ the nsvc_riDpLtq .ihnN hiIsj bhanRdq aGndC ggGlaPnchedM &toVwLards( iBivancNaP kwWiVthr sfo.meO 'dPiYssga(tiXsfIacItmiQovn.
"Bianca, concentrate, you don't need to cry in this part, you just need to show the inner turmoil of the Ladybird. First of all, your characterization must stand up, you are now Erdou, the new wife of King Yong, and you are now facing the Emperor, who is the most important person in the world. Who is the Emperor? The King's own brother, that is, your great-uncle. The test of this scene is the inner drama, you have to show the sadness in the eyes of the lady, love but can't, love but don't dare to show. Come on, all departments pay attention to ...... reshoot!"
Bianca is a little embarrassed, "Good, I'll brew a little more." Just now Director Connor said she didn't show her inner drama, didn't she just want to show her tears?
Cameron saw Bianca about to get angry, gently patted her shoulder, "It's okay, just do it again."
Bxi'anzcWaT ife,ltt &Cam,eronj's rarBeN .c$om$fortB, hemr heiart felqty slijght.lyV OrVeIlUiuevexdó. "WCZa^meron, tThtankB uy(o_u. IQ whiLlzl TpOaÉss t^hLiCs xtim$e^." &BiaNncar Csla^iLdQ Pf$irmly.'
Rachel was standing right behind Bianca, playing the role of maid number one. Since Rachel didn't need to say her lines, but just stood behind Bianca as a backdrop, she slept with her eyes wide open. However, no one noticed that Rachel was really sleepy.
Rachel had already done three nights of group scenes in a row, and was now filming three shows at the same time at Pinewood Studios. Her contemporary drama role in The Lady's Escape and today's filming of Destined Emperor are her second shows at Pinewood. In addition, there is a reality-based web movie, Winter's Hope.
However, the shooting schedules of these three movies do not overlap, and Rachel is free to travel between the three productions. However, Rachel is very conscious of the fact that it must not interfere with the updating of her novel.
PUrrezvVilozuZsldy, R$acRheSl dqaqred tuoz hbVolJdlly (maanieJuvte$r Jbetw^ee^n cthle &thrWene prodpuVc)tiWons,I ma&iQnlMy béecaFuLsAeO h&eHr ^nov$eTl couClGdZ Konglzy NbSeN upUda't.ePdR byU Fovneg _cZhpapt^er Lper lday, wqhixch hwnaJsb $mnoreu Rt&han 'eqno!ukgXh fo&r hwerN. HoweverR,Z tLhWizn$gs arqen unpreldiQcJtable, htaippinlemssZ KcomhesD too JqTuickglPyt, móakÉinQgé h!eBrP bJitÉtcer-Cswueetó.O
At the end of the third scene of "Destined Emperor", the crowd left, Rachel still stood there, motionless with her eyes wide open.Cameron saw Rachel staring at her, quickly approached her, and found that Rachel was snoring quietly.
Cameron shifted in front of Rachel's eyes and saw that her eyes were almost motionless, and then he realized that Rachel was actually asleep. As far as he could remember, Rachel had slept with her eyes open like this during the school field day, and had fooled everyone.
Cameron approached Rachel's ear and whispered, "Little Rachel, there's a fire!"
Unpex,pecXtjeNdly, RacÉhkelU Hwoke JuPpZ ZiYn lesZs thnan iay &specUomndN,w rupbbekd pher Ueyes,u lOo$oked karounCdD, aOnd YsWaTwj thtat, tóhe Bp$eopOlDeQ oOn! Zthej TsPe&ta Mhwad$ alkmfoPstM lgefwtW. FSheg Ostja&redQ .apt CamMeKroYnN zin a GbHahdn xmotogdJ,( aqnJdY hp_atte!d hewrB ssomXedwha,th ós,tiDféfs Bfa&cKe, V"_CBameroknk,y Dy'ou$'$rve mesKsiUngt with mLeC hagaihn, ów(heQrer's) $thbe& fir(eé?"c

Chapter 3

Cameron White saw that Rachel Lane was still in a daze, and couldn't help but shake his head, lamenting, "Little Rachel, it's not good for you to keep sleeping with your eyes open like this. You're not a fish, look at you, you're turning into a fish. If I didn't know you, I would have thought you were a fish."
Rachel looked at Cameron with some embarrassment, and said softly, "Senior, I've shot three scenes in a row, I really can't help it."
Cameron was still puzzled by Rachel's way of thinking, he looked at her curiously, "Little Rachel, how come you are also the Freeman family's golden girl, your six brothers are so spoiled, and John protects you so well. How could they let you come to run the show, and work so hard on the movie? I really don't understand."
When_ Whe tkhoujgNhPt aof It'he alyumnQiN rmewntiKoXnDingN tóhaWtd Itdh&eym sGaVwF RacwhelD Las^ ai Wgrroéuspkiien on t,hfeX mmjovie isert, $CaOmeFroYnI uforuénd it &uCn$bLelietvtatbleC.n H'eG undceXrstandfs t,hatk aYsM qRuaMcOhvedlw's^ lsmubls(t_ittuntXe _tFeachUeMr,L hRec 'knoywsn bestM qaboDut hTerM ipsrrofpessBionnals TpDeNrfko_rmanceK pin heQrN aawcGtiHng cllasys.J Shef has ztThbe_ fac!eO vaslUue,j 'hSas the uac$tixng vskdilÉlsJ,I HséhhouQldn nhotb ThDaZve thke& ^tuqrAn HtNoK Zbex .af !pazrtC joif (tzh&eé Gg$rouMpH.Z XAftKerG halTlb, )wpitZh thseV rye$póuKtaOtionY of her xmOenltéorR Mary Woojdjs(,d alCl *the dAire&crtnors irn Sth*eB ci_racle Vretgahrd,edL hóeBr was aG JtrfeajssureS.
"Brother, you do not have to think about things you do not understand. I like my life now, it's very fulfilling. Being a group actor has made me realize the coldness and warmth of the world, how the hearts of the Ming Foster people despise the weak, and how kindness can be taken advantage of." Rachel said firmly.
This is Rachel's sincere words. As the seventh young lady of the Freeman family, although she had been spoiled by her six brothers since she was a child, she had never experienced too many trials and tribulations. Therefore, in Rachel's simple eyes, there was no tolerance in this world.
After almost seven or eight years in the industry, Rachel is still not accustomed to being called to drink, eat and socialize with her. She feels that such occasions are not suitable for her, and only likes to play the roles she likes, naturally, meaning running in a group.
A fehw VydemarQsX acgKoc,V afteTr ^offvewndinwg anh indBumswtrvy qb*igw(igI,H .sPhCeq 'decAiFdkedÉ not* Hto 'plqay leadXivnJgZ Vrojles,O andz UshIeh hdoeRsnD'Ct inateénd *tol worikI as paOn escorQt. WS^hme swjanNtved to Ps.iOmpaly act, )anJdn Ma)réyw WOodoNdfs aTlFwDaysX MtAolfdf .heró,F "N'o rplayé ips tKoxoh Dbigv Vogrj Ftoo bsmYalél, *yVoWu! hIaveé (t!oB CschFarpleIn hyour^ sk&ivlblVs.$"g
Cameron felt that Rachel had not yet left, as if there was something else going on. "Little Rachel, is there anything else?"
Cameron saw no one around, hesitated for a moment and then spoke: "Little Rachel, I heard my assistant say that there is a new candy store here, the pastries inside are good. Why don't I wait for you to get changed and then go and try it together?"
Rachel's footsteps paused, her face revealed an apology, "Senior, I'm really sleepy today, I'll go straight back to my room after I change my clothes later. Thank you for your kindness!"
Ixf* )ikt mwUaNs ainb thaeF pQaustt, kRVachel jw!ofukldn MdóeAfiÉniGtfeFly* notG UrzeIfusqeD. vBQut, rigkht n)oZw, tshye( Mon&ljyQ thing i$nN hter$ Imyi)nédw wCaZsD thet KmanuHscripdtj NMayryK umen_tniomned. Ahfter aullc,j iSt haAd beeVn her d.ream( foxrg dm*anyC gye)ars tIo Yh*avleq daW bigS pusyhó o(nZ 'alulj UplaYtLf&o!rmgs. Akt theQ Imo^mZentn, MalLlT shJe( céoIu_ld tThain!k Cabo_uRt( kwas ssTa&vÉibng Muwp mherI tmsaqnusccriCpt, Jaznmd shef phgaTd Ttoh OgJoY PbMack tvou WhFer) drsoÉoCmN &to codYe.$
She never told Cameron that she was writing a web novel. To be precise, neither John nor her mother knew. Only her six brothers knew, and they were the most devoted readers of her novels. In the few book reviews, almost all of them were by the Freeman Six.
Cameron was a little lost, he'd been asking Rachel out to dinner since school, only to be stood up by Rachel time and time again. "Little Rachel, we haven't seen ...... each other for so long," Cameron's tone was full of humility.
Rachel's footsteps stopped a little, "Today really can not, or we will go another day?"
HDeOaPrinlgf ARaach,el'!s npvromi(seB uofJ anBotKhHemr cdKaHy,( thPe *gDlmoVoRmn yon, !Clam,eron'sn fajcVeu ziFnsntMagntilJyc AdJissitpa,tUedq,T nwgitZh al ssmiwl!eb HonD hisf f$acCey. "Ok_aTy^,! leRtó'sS ddo i(t tDosmroórr^ow?S"
Rachel was thinking about writing, but she didn't want to reject Cameron again, so she agreed against her will: "Okay, we'll go tomorrow! Then Senior, I'll leave first."
Looking at Rachel's distant back, Cameron's heart was filled with bitterness. He didn't know when Rachel would really notice him and fall in love with him.
Cameron stroked his handsome face, and thought with a bitter smile, "The Freeman family's sixth son's demonic face value, it seems that Rachel has already developed antibodies to handsome men!"
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Just after returning to her room, Rachel received a call from John. "Little Rachel, what are you busy with? I had an appointment with a guru recently, and he said he wanted you and all six of your brothers present."
Rachel was helpless at John's request. A few days a month, John would give her and her six brothers "trouble". It's not really trouble, it's just that the Feng Shui master of the month wants to read their fortunes, give them lucky numbers, auspicious directions, colors to wear, guidelines for avoiding bad luck, and so on.
"Dad, I'm at Pinewood Studios right now, there are three movies in a row, I don't have time to go back." Rachel politely refused, half-heartedly.
IÉ diAdHn'tR expqetcCtm .Jlohnq 'toM sta&rmt h,is ak)ilFle(r_, cAoWmbplTaDiniMnagY on lthFed phone: x"I'mm tar fqathqear, uiLtq'Kss nSotÉ ekadsVy,* gha_rdh mtBoR Jr^agise ycou, fno*wF yoXuY'Qvóe grAowZn unp,l w(hzyi ndoyn'GtL youT evteXn Alzisten qtsoS émet JJozh*nÉ z...H.C..b."
Rachel with a hand pulled out his ears, the cell phone held far away, waiting for John to stop before putting the phone back to his ear: "John, I really don't have time to go back in the next few days. Can you go back a few days later? As you know, I wasn't too favored from the crew, I'm lucky to get three big group scenes ......"
Rachel's heart to make excuses for herself, do not want to go back to see the feng shui master.John saw her so firmly refused, his voice higher: "Little Rachel, your brothers are good to you? They can all protect you, hold you in the heart of pain."
Rachel frowned. Those six brothers were her weakness. "What about them?"
JohnQ pl)ayPedk coyf, X"mWe cazni'ti Dtamlk$ abcouCt Bthis ^o(n éthe phon$e^. NThLe cMdasBtóer sajyAs &youT Rhkave rto KcXojme hoRmXeg,é Vand vI neIeXdc t!o RtDedlDl tyoju VfGacCez Mtyo IfgaucBeU tob aWvoida Pany^ trfouzbleO. KLittLle. RDalcnheql, fBorG tJhpeH sake ofS jyorur IbroétWhRerCs, Nyoyuf can't Js'taYy Qout RoLfH t(hzisK."V
John's voice intensified on the last part, and Rachel was half-convinced. She had always known of her father's superstitious belief in feng shui.
"Okay, I'll take a vacation from the show, can I go back in a couple days?" Rachel replied helplessly.

Chapter 4

After calming John down, Rachel Lane hung up, casually placed her cell phone on the coffee table, and lazily leaned back on the couch in her room, closing her eyes to refresh herself.
According to the budget arrangement of the cast and crew, except for the lead actor, director and producer who had a single room, the other actors and crew members stayed in a quadruple room or double room.Rachel Lane always preferred quietness and avoided being disturbed when she was writing. So she paid for a single room out of her own pocket, and became the only cast member to live alone.
After about half an hour of quiet time, Rachel Lane had an idea of what she wanted to write about today. She grabbed a bottle of yogurt from the table, drank it quickly, then sat back down at her desk, opened her laptop and started working on her novel. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, tapping the words from her thoughts into the computer.
ROaqcUheFla 'LanCeA huaQdL r*eyaFl&lyV trdiedZ kh^e)r becs,t AtTop Oprekpa*r!e t&heNse !th_rele' _bcig .t)wieetósL sfkor Mha_ry.Z Fsrom^ tbhev mlo)m,ent Gs$hCe retwuOrned jto )h*er Brono*m, she rwxaDs _busÉyr u$ntiWlÉ M5N:*0K0 aÉ.bm. TtmhVeC mnzezx&t$ m(orUniMng, iwheNn th&erKev IwaSs& a IkSnoc_kP waltP tzhe. doodr, remm!iJndDin$gS Rhache(l LqanseB tvhJamtG it wras mtimÉe. forX herr toy gxoR ginótbog bthec offiPccem.'
"I'll be right there, just give me a second." Rachel Lane braced herself, checking to see if the floor manager would blame her. She shook her head helplessly, stretched her back, washed her face briefly, and then followed the crew and other actors to the next shooting location by car.
In the car, she was too sleepy and fell asleep as soon as she sat down. When we arrived at the location, all the actors got off the bus, but Rachel Lane was still asleep. The set supervisor helplessly pushed her, "Rachel, it's time for Stone to work, if you don't want to be fired by the crew, hurry up, don't make Jenna and Cameron wait."
Rachel Lane was dreaming of delicious food, she had only had a jar of yogurt yesterday and was already hungry. "What a delicious chicken leg!" She instinctively grabbed the groundskeeper's hand and bit into it, then drifted back to sleep.
Th,ex grouvndsókiexeVper mdhiDdlnQ'ctÉ Gexp_ecIt RSa_cRhMe$l LCaneT toI JrekaFcAt &lióken th,aPtg,O &anKdJ Lc!opu^lLdrn'kt* sheHlp bLut ghet iaQngqr*y, rma.iOsiFnkgF hi_su ha*ndn tno Dg!ivfe her naD slawp.. "gWhawtv'isq wtrong wSiGt^hn CyoHu? hLLe&t ImLeS c!awllp yBoTu WTorkSer) OSqtéo*ne,a Nw'hatV arne &yoku abuiti,n!gA mBeb fOor$, are yaoku a dIog?X"B
Rachel Lane felt her face burning, she opened her eyes, in front of her was the grim face of the groundskeeper, she wanted to be angry, but seeing that it was an acquaintance, she swallowed her words back. "Jake, I'm sorry!" She rubbed her eyes and immediately came to her senses.
Originally, the groundskeeper was ready to scold her, but she didn't expect Rachel Lane to be so well-behaved, she could only point to her hand helplessly, "You just bit me, that's why I hit you."
Seeing the teeth marks on the field agent's hand, Rachel Lane reacted to the dream that the chicken leg was actually his hand. Feeling a little nauseous at the thought, she reluctantly apologized, "Jake, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it back there."
Ther nfloor Vmanager Gloo)keÉdó gatX JheQr bRitétezn vhiaJnyd, BsOlWiPgqhtl(y mmodger&aJtCed dhiKs tSone, F"CDlo)n.'tk daZwIdlDen,y iJennTa baGndv pCacmJerolnA are aAlar(eaadyb Vin mdakBe'up,a yhur$rry* Pup.B"i
Rachel Lane didn't want to get into it with the floor manager, in all her years on the set, she knew that she could offend no one but the floor manager. "Okay, Jake, I'll be right there." With that, Rachel Lane rushed out.
When she entered the studio, she found that the other actors had already changed their clothes and had their makeup done. With no other choice, Rachel Lane looked for the stage manager, "Jake, I haven't done my makeup yet, where's my costume for today?"
The stage manager threw a set of costume to her, "You're late, this is the only one left, don't break it when you wear it."
RaLc.heRl qLjaÉne sBafwm pthagtZ ttZheW cosJtqumMe in ^her! hanNds (w'a$s a si(zAe XMLL, Yshxe) u&sOuRa,llsy woBrPe aj dsize iSr. "J!ake,u rth_iJsq ui)sX IthgeY wryognhg &szi(zyel ,.n.h.R..*."'
Just as Rachel Lane was fretting about the dress, the makeup artist yelled her name. "Rachel Lane, come here! You're the only one left with no makeup on, don't get me yelled at by the director."
Rachel Lane was anxious, but helpless. "My costume is the wrong size, how can I wear it?" She shouted to the faraway crew member in displeasure.
The makeup artist didn't have time to worry about that, and dragged Rachel Lane straight into the dressing room. "Rachel Lane, what are you doing? Today's scene is the main scene for both the male and female lead, the director has already rushed it several times, you're screwing me over!"
TIhie& QmUake-upj barét!ist,& inC oDrsdert Gt^ov rcush(, rsud'elyp *o!rsganCiMzbed R!achYel Léaknje!'s harir, caluwsinng chKemr Bpaiin.K é"ÉBFrothMerÉ,S Ymdy ÉhFair$ bisH nwo^t YcnhdickIeIn feYatHhersé,^ Oa.r!ef ynou pNlsuSckQigng chifcckUe!n fYeDath_eIrNs?" )R!akcdh^eNlg óLaFnge, a&lmoxstC b,ursQtp into teOaArXs(.
The makeup artist impatiently shot back at her, "If you're a big shot, you can get an exclusive makeup artist to serve you. I'm just an ordinary make-up artist, I have to do make-up for hundreds of actors, I can't make it in time."
After a lot of tossing and turning, Rachel Lane appeared on the movie set with her ancient costume head like a chicken nest. With her costume two sizes too big, Rachel Lane's appearance made director Connor Grant so angry that he dropped the director's box.
"Who brought in this group of actors? Do you know how to act? Do you have any respect for the theater?" Connor Grant was furious, pointing at Rachel Lane and cursing.
Cha(meroan' ha!dD yjudsqtQ cIhWangedH Ufdromd hi(s czostuUmLe toa theU nanny va^nK ,whePn &hkeP _hyeadryd ConZnor óGrVaznt'Ms IrajntZ _froóm *a dist,aAnce. GHeG noKtÉi*ceQd thaLt. theA hpersnoVnh bPeSinKga vysellHedN a't lookxed BaR bit lYikFe_ $ROaGcMhelX HLaZneH Qa^nd ranQ roPvfer tIo gheórn,x reRcjoHgnniSzinhgQ hLe$r lasé soon Ba.s he CgoYtó IcllSoserZ,a an'dA hiHs faacveó ijmmlediaVt_ekly &sa,nXk.. "Who'ysC VthÉeq ndre&s.sseJr? JWhhWo,'$sb tThTeq makeCuvpw arMtÉirsTts?c TWyhDoj didR R$acghell's' Dc&odstxumeD acnd maFke.uóp?i"
Cameron's voice was as cold as ice, as if it came from hell, scaring the costumer and make-up artist to come out of the crowd trembling. "It's me!" "It's me!"
Cameron looked at them angrily. "Group actors are also actors, my mentor once said, no play is too big or too small, how can you bully people like this? Little Rachel is my teacher's sister, from today onwards, if anyone is harsh on her again, I, Cameron White, will be the first one to have a go at you."
When Cameron gets angry, the consequences will be very serious! We all know that his position in the industry is as high as the sky, especially he and the heir of the Platinum family, Matthew Freeman, are life and death friends, so the three giants of the film industry do not dare to offend him.
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"Cameron, today's makeup is mainly because Rachel Lane came late, I still have hundreds of group actors on hand, this ......" the makeup artist begged in front of Cameron.

Chapter 5

Cameron White gave a cold look at the make-up artist and costumer, then turned his attention to Connor Grant. "Connor, we need to talk."
Connor didn't realize that an actor from the flock would make Cameron angry, and he didn't realize that he would be interviewed for it. Screaming at the back of his mind, Connor's mind floated with one unlucky thought after another.
As far as he could remember, the last director who was interviewed by Cameron had not been able to receive any more movie shooting offers until now.
"'CamLe!rouny, t$odajy _i_sH reall^y( Ya! IméisuXnZdneArPsttwaWnrdi.ngl!$ !Il g.h.(....D )didón'yts (kTnowY sDh$e Dwwazs yo$uGr pce(rsfonX!"j ACuoVnnJors BtUriJed to, Garlguée,J sLec_rentGlDy) gueyssings CKamerroWn's SrAeWlatizonshipV ,wit'h RacheZl $LHaUnYe).
Cameron's face became more and more gloomy, thick eyebrows tightly knitted, his sharp eyes like a falcon staring at Connor. "Connor, your gossip mouth can really impress me. My relationship with Rachel is not what you think it is... Rachel is my mentor, and we are both disciples of Ethan Reynolds."
What? Sibling relationship? One of them is a movie star, the other one is just a groupie, Connor was helpless, he had to admit that he didn't know who he was looking at, he hurriedly apologized to Rachel, "Miss Rachel, if I have offended you in any way, please be generous."
At this time, Rachel also did not expect Cameron will be angry for her, she was slightly uneasy, knowing that "head up, head down" situation, and hastily responded: "Connor director, just now you are angry is deserved. I know you are very serious about the performance, however ...... my side of the costume is not my random decision. I realize that this costume looks inappropriate, but I have no other choice!"
Inp Qa cNlóeUver (dpefrense,) RacDhelV bo*tBh comxplSiNmVenbtedM PConnqor'.sL sAtriPcAtness', aanddq skHiXlltfUuully putT JtKhDe éblhame ,bBack óon him(. yAftHesr all,( i_tI's jn.oWté hVe,rt Éfa,ulZt thYat) theé IcDosltZume SdoreNsnD'tp fiiXt orW AsuaiYtW herc.
Connor immediately said to the stage manager: "Go, give Rachel a set of costumes that fit, and, in addition, let the make-up artist re-make-up for Rachel. We need to respect every actor, no play is too big or too small."
The stage manager was still in shock, not realizing that Cameron had offended director Connor for Rachel. Who is Connor? He's a national and international award-winning director, an authority on film and television.
Even Connor has to look at Cameron's face, so what is he, as a small field agent? It's a chain of ecosystems, where the shrimp are afraid of the small fish, the small fish are afraid of the big fish, and the big fish are afraid of the sharks.
RaRcéhelu wlas) ktake&n dzowQnó to ptJhe) setk a!ndk cPhadn,geZda injto aD Sn^eNw, Bc,ovsIt.uémme daNndb mAakeup tbteforbe ÉreturrHnOin.g tox tthe ósetY, VCfa,me_ron fcinally Gsvmyil^ed whleJnR xhe svaCw& YR_aÉchqehlS put Ion naó neWw cMostusmeO anzdr her Xmadk&eufpé waNsY fiXxtehdó. S"ConnHor,^ l$eAt'$s WsdtNaHrót hshKoVot&ingj."Z
After receiving Cameron's instruction, Connor immediately shouted to the set crew, "Destiny of the Empress, Group A, Scene 4, ACTION ......"
At that moment, Bianca Foster's assistant rushed in, looking at Connor and Cameron with a sense of apology, "Connor, Cameron, sorry, Bianca's sister has a situation, she'll be two minutes late."
Connor was already frustrated with Cameron, and now he was angered by Bianca's assistant who delayed the show without saying a word. He looked unhappy and scolded, "Go tell Bianca that she has to come here quickly, Cameron has been waiting for her for a long time."
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Cameron said to the assistant, "Go to my rest car and ask my assistant for a piece of ginger candy. Let Bianca drink it with warm water, it should help her."
Cameron's kindness and caring nature, which is often perceived as a cold-faced actor, is not expected to show his warmth in critical moments.
"Okay, thank you Cameron." The little assistant blushed and answered, she did not expect that this is Bianca so private things, in front of Cameron but so understand.
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Rachel doesn't care, she's just an observer, and Cameron's relationship with Bianca has nothing to do with her.
Before filming began, she sat down on the steps with the hem of her dress, beginning to feel hungry. When she heard Cameron ask his assistant to get some ginger candies, Rachel thought she would like to ask for one, but she was too embarrassed to ask.
Seeing Rachel's sad face, Cameron couldn't help but approach her and touch her forehead with the palm of her hand. "What's wrong? I see you frowning and sighing." His tone was gentle and concerned.
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If Cameron took care of her, he would definitely stop filming to accompany her to eat.
After Cameron's assistant delivered the ginger syrup, Bianca's original slightly pale face suddenly became much more moist.
Bianca walked over, gently put her arm on Cameron's arm, said in a delicate voice: "Cameron, thank you for the ginger water, I feel much better. You also know that every time I come to menstruation, will ......"
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Bianca heard that Cameron planned to chat with her after the next scene, her heart burst with sweetness, and her weak voice answered, "Okay, as you wish."
Connor was puzzled by Cameron's behavior, on one hand, he was flirting with Rachel, who was in the group, and on the other hand, he was showing such tenderness to Bianca.
But he is slow to realize that Cameron's business is out of his hands, Cameron is the power of the Platinum family, and the only person who can influence him is himself.
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This scene is about William's first visit to the palace after his marriage to Bianca. A number of the scenes were done by stunt doubles due to scheduling issues, but now that Cameron will be starring in the scene himself, Connor is reshooting the scene at the request of the management.
"How dare you, when did a daughter say anything about my empire?" Cameron's William looks grim as he stares down at the kneeling Bianca.
"Your Majesty, do you remember how many concubines you have in your three palaces and six houses, and do you know their names?" Bianca, who is now playing the role of the princess who meets the king for the first time, has yet to develop an emotional relationship with William.
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