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Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Chapter 9 An Amazing Physique
After the three-day vacation, the crew returned in high spirits and with improved moods.
The official filming began after the opening ceremony.
Claire held the script and discussed the scene with Elena, the female lead of this movie. “In a moment, you’ll enter the room. Mason will come out wrapped in a towel. Don’t look too infatuated. Just show admiration. Then …”
Before Claire could finish her sentence, Julia suddenly screamed, “Ah, ah, ah!”
Julia’s exclamation surprised Claire and Elena, her eyes bright as she pointed ahead.
Following Julia’s gesture, they saw the male lead, Mason Wood, standing not far away, shirtless and wearing only a towel.
Julia exclaimed, “Mason has an amazing body!”
Claire raised her hand to her forehead, feeling quite embarrassed by her assistant’s behavior.
Not only was she a little obsessed with money, but she was also an infatuated fan.
“Julia.” She sighed helplessly. “Can you please act more mature?”
Julia hopped over and hugged Claire’s arm, “I’m not immature. I’m just
excited to see Mason, the most handsome actor! His chest muscles and abs are
amazingl
amazing.”
Elena couldn’t help but chuckle, “Ms. Lawrence, you make it sound like you’ve seen a lot in your life. Could it be …”
She paused, winked playfully at Claire, and continued, “Ms. Lawrence, have you experienced quite a bit of this kind of thing?”
Of course, Claire had seen things like that before. Although she couldn’t remember the man’s face anymore, she could still recall his perfect physique, especially those enticing abdominal curves. Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.
“Ms. Lawrence, Ms. Lawrence!”
The director approached them, his forehead glistening with sweat. He glanced at Mason, who was already in costume. “The producer just received a call from the big boss. He thinks the script has many problems and wants you to come over right away.”
“Problems with the script?” Claire furrowed her brow, “Did the big boss read my script?”
The director was unaware of this. He sighed and said, “Three days ago, the producer sent the script over. Who knows if he actually read it.”
Wasn’t the big boss of the country’s largest conglomerate supposed to be astute and invested in this movie due to its popularity?
-Such a prominent figure had invested money, and all he needed to do was wait
for the movie to be released and count his profits. Why would he be so free as to read the script?
Claire didn’t think much of it. “Mr. Smith, it’s not a big deal. After today’s work is done, I’ll go over there and inquire about the situation. Let’s focus on shooting for now.”
Mr. Smith shook his head. “That won’t work, Ms. Lawrence. They said if the issues with your script aren’t resolved, we won’t be allowed to shoot. The entire crew is stuck waiting. Once you address the script problems, we can continue shooting.”
Claire was utterly speechless. Did that big boss really understand the script? ^
Wasn’t he just intentionally causing trouble for her?
Time was of the essence for the crew. Elena and Mason had busy schedules. If
this delay continued, she wouldn’t know how to explain it to them.
She reluctantly agreed, gathering the script. “Fine. I’ll go now.”
Mr. Smith handed Claire a business card with the big boss’s name, phone number, and company address on it.
Claire glanced at the card: Sean Vanderbilt.
The name felt somewhat familiar.
However, Claire didn’t dwell on it too much. She slung her bag over her shoulder, got into her car, and headed to the address on the business card.
The main headquarters of Paragon Group was in Ascalon, while the branch in Silverton was just that, a branch.
However, over the past four years, the Silverton branch had grown
significantly, transforming from a small company renting office space to a large enterprise that owned the most luxurious commercial building in the city center
Standing before this 88-story building, Claire looked up and shielded her eyes from the blinding sunlight.
A starting investment of three hundred million indicated a major company and a significant boss.
Approaching the reception desk, she politely inquired, “Could you please tell me which floor Mr. Vanderbilt’s office is on?”
The receptionist glanced at her, sizing up the girl in a T-shirt, jeans, and white sneakers. She looked like a student at best, probably a fresh college graduate.
Did she really think she could meet Mr. Vanderbilt so easily?
The receptionist’s eyes practically rolled to the top of her head. “Mr. Vanderbilt doesn’t meet with just anyone who wants to see him. Do you have an appointment?”
Seeing this kind of condescending attitude wasn’t new to Claire. She lifted
the work badge hanging around her neck, “I’m C. S. Lawrence, the screenwriter
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Seeing this kind of condescending attitude wasn’t new to Claire. She lifted
the work badge hanging around her neck, “I’m C. S. Lawrence, the screenwriter for the movie ‘The Twenty-Fifth Hour! Mr. Vanderbilt mentioned some issues with my script and asked me to come to see him.”
The Twenty-Fifth Hour?
1. S. Lawrence?
The receptionist looked at Claire. She blinked a few times, then burst into laughter, “Haha! Who’s this fraud? Daring to impersonate C. S. Lawrence. Haha!”
Claire didn’t say anything, she just looked at her.
The receptionist was so amused that she was practically doubled over with laughter. “A child like you wants to impersonate a romance master and a gold-medal screenwriter? Do you think I’m blind?”
Claire felt that this person wasn’t just blind but also had zero intelligence.
“A phone call will confirm whether I’m real or fake.”
“I swear, you must be really into Mr. Vanderbilt, right? I encounter women like you every day. Some pretend to be heads of cooperating companies. Some pretend to be wealthy young ladies. You’re the most peculiar, pretending to be C. S. Lawrence!”
The receptionist had been working here for two years and encountered all kinds of women daily. They came up with all sorts of ridiculous tricks to get close to Sean.
She couldn’t believe that the young woman before her was the renowned romance
writer C. S. Lawrence.
“Alright, I advise you to put away your vanity. Our CEO will never see you, let alone take an interest in a little girl like you who hasn’t even grown all her hair!”
“What’s all this noise about?”
A woman nearby frowned and walked over.
Upon seeing her, the receptionist quickly said with respect, “Ms. Lopez, there’ s a scammer here pretending to be C. S. Lawrence. She wants to see Mr. Vanderbilt.”
Claire turned her head and saw the newcomer. Her eyes brightened, “Valeria, you’re here? Do you remember me?”
Of course, Valeria Lopez remembered Claire. Valeria could remember her even if she turned into ashes!
Valeria used to be the campus belle of Silverton University, surrounded by admirers and flattery.
After Claire entered the university, she immediately snatched away Valeria’s title of campus belle with her pure and virtuous appearance. She also had excellent grades and became a top student, and that had not been seen in Silverton University in decades. During Valeria’s time at the university, Claire stole her limelight.
Valeria had held a grudge against her all this time.
The receptionist smiled, covering her mouth. “Yes. Not only does she want to see Mr. Vanderbilt, but she also claims to be the romance novelist C. S.
Lawrence.”
Valeria’s lips curled into a sneer as she took out her phone, pointed it at Claire, and snapped a photo. Claire’s eyebrows furrowed slightly in.
response.
Though she wasn’t sure what Valeria was up to, Claire could sense that this senior wasn’t friendly towards her.
Valeria tapped on her phone-screen with her fingers and mocked, “Let’s post this on Facebook and see if anyone can verify that she’s really the romance master, C. S. Lawrence. Claire, since you want to be famous, I’ll help you out. You don’t have to thank me.”