Chapter 611
Chapter 611
Chapter 611 No Help
Ingrid knew the clothing wouldn’t fit her, yet she still fought over it.
It wouldn’t be surprising if the costume had been branded, but it was merely a factory uniform, and Ingrid wouldn’t look any prettier dressed in it.
Admiration filled Shay as he studied Skylar’s beautiful and delicate face.
Alas, it’ll be tough on her since she doesn’t have any connections with the production team. Sadly, that’s how the world works. Capitalism runs it. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.
Marcus dropped by for a visit that evening and gained praises from the filming crew. Despite his status, they complimented his looks and humbleness for coming to the filming site.
While he distributed coffee and desserts to the entire crew, Ingrid proudly walked in with her head held high like an arrogant swan and clung to Marcus.
Laurel passed a cup of hot latte to Skylar. Holding the cup of coffee, Skylar walked toward the trash can.
“The coffee is not poisoned.”
Skylar’s fingers tightened around the coffee cup. “I didn’t say I would throw it. That would be such a waste.”
In the middle of the crowd, Marcus had one of his hands stuffed into the pocket of his jeans. From his denim jeans, white sneakers, and branded coat, one could see the difference between the usually solemn Tobias and him at a glance. His looks were a perfect fit to be part of Sheldon’s inner circle.
The scent of cologne that lingered on him was strong, but Skylar preferred Tobias’ scent.
In terms of responsibility, Marcus was slightly better than Sheldon. At the very least, Marcus took part in managing his career while Sheldon was the same old Sheldon, living life carefreely.
“Kate agreed to dinner with me. I’ve reserved a table at the restaurant. I’ll send you the time and location later.”
However, Skylar didn’t respond to him. She intended to let Kate deal with Marcus on her own as she had no care for his connections and resources.
By the end of the day, there was a bangle of a bruise on Skylar’s wrist. She got it from a dispute scene with Maxim earlier. As a novice actor, he still needed more training in controlling his emotions and strength. Her lean wrist and supple skin were defenseless against the brute strength of a man.
Skylar kept flexing her wrist, trying to relieve the pain after the scene as Maxim continued to apologize.
She wondered how long it would take for the discoloration to fade as she stared down at it.
Not taking the matter to her heart, she returned a friendly smile at Maxim’s apologies, hoping he would let the matter go.
When Skylar reached the exit, she saw Kate leaning against Marcus’ blue Maserati as she took off her sunglasses and beckoned for Skylar to approach. At the same time, Skylar noticed that Amelia was standing right next to Kate.
She knew she couldn’t reject Kate outright, so she got into the car.
The minute she did so, a blast of warmth from the heater enshrouded her, warming her up.
Right then, Amelia and Skylar exchanged glances. The latter was wearing a white sports jacket and jeans. She was oozing fresh and young vibes, showing off her forehead and slender neck with a bun on her head.
Looking at Skylar’s style, Amelia had to admit she would lose to Skylar in terms of age no matter how young she tried to dress. The majority of the public would prefer Skylar’s looks over hers.
“How are you getting along with Marcus’ sister?”
“Pretty good.”
“You need a few friends in the entertainment industry. You can’t always be a loner. Otherwise, a scandal will emerge saying you have bad character, hence your lack of friends.”
Kate continued having small talks with Skylar while Amelia sat silently, rolling down the window to watch silhouettes of passing trees and dim street lamps.
Amelia was badly craving a break after a whole day of work, but she couldn’t reject Kate’s last-minute invitation to dinner. Without a choice, she obediently complied. Kate nagged at her throughout the entire ride to get closer to Marcus because his company had recently purchased the rights to existing intellectual properties.
Amelia’s brows furrowed at the conflicting feelings rising within her.