The three of them sprinted nonstop until they reached the film set.
The set was in the middle of filming, and their sudden appearance in the shot startled the cast and crew.
「CUT!」
"What’s going on?"
Director Cole stood up, his face dark with displeasure, and scolded, "What are you three doing? Can’t you see we’re filming here?"
The three girls were clearly frantic. When they turned their heads, they saw Henry Marshall striding menacingly toward them.
"Director!"
The assistant director was about to step forward to drive them away, but Lily Sterling grabbed him. She pointed at Henry Marshall, her voice trembling with anxiety. "He... he harassed Suzanne Sawyer and made vulgar remarks to us!"
Suzanne Sawyer nodded along beside her. "I told you he was doing it on purpose! He’s a pervert!"
The assistant director hadn’t yet grasped the situation. He glanced back and saw that Henry Marshall was already upon them.
Henry Marshall shot his hand over the assistant director’s shoulder, lunging for Lily Sterling behind him, all while cursing, "You little bitch! You’re fucking asking for it, aren’t you? How fucking dare you hit me?"
Lily Sterling dodged back as the assistant director instinctively turned to block him. "What are you doing? This is a film set!"
Seeing this, two other crew members rushed forward to help, pulling Henry Marshall away.
Director Cole was furious. He’d been more than patient with these "ancestors" foisted on him by the investors, but at the end of the day, he was a renowned director in the industry with very limited patience.
He violently threw down the script in his hand, stepped forward, and roared, "Is this shit never going to end? Do you really fucking think you own this place? If you’re here to act, then act! If not, then get the hell out! Who do you think you are, coming here to act like a damn lord?"
"Like I give a fuck if you’re filming or not!"
Who would have thought that while Director Cole’s fury intimidated everyone present, it had absolutely no effect on Henry Marshall.
He was a rich kid who didn’t move in entertainment circles. He couldn’t care less what a big-shot director Cole was. His father was an investor in this production, so he didn’t have to respect anyone on set.
If he treated Director Cole that way, then it went without saying how he’d treat two rookie actresses like Suzanne Sawyer and Lily Sterling.
He shoved the crew members aside and pointed at his own face. "See this? These two bitches fucking slapped me twice! If I don’t fucking deal with them today, then my name isn’t Henry Marshall!"
He had a fair complexion to begin with, and both Lily Sterling and Suzanne Sawyer had slapped him with all their might. As a result, the handprints on his face were exceptionally clear and asymmetrical, obviously one from each woman.
"That’s what you get for spouting such filth! A slap is letting you off easy," Suzanne Sawyer cursed.
Henry Marshall’s anger flared. "You fucking play innocent with me again! Believe it or not, I’ll have you blacklisted! You’ll never work in this industry again!"
With that, he tried to charge forward again but was once more held back by the crew. He refused to back down, though, fighting anyone who tried to stop him. The set instantly descended into chaos.
Yuna secretly sent a message to Connie, who was on her way to the airport. Upon receiving the text, Connie immediately turned the car around and headed back.
Director Cole’s eyes were red with rage. "Which motherfucker shoved this goddamn idiot onto my set? I’m not putting up with this shit!"
After saying his piece, he turned and stormed off.
Shortly after, many actors came over, having heard the commotion. Andrew Sutton didn’t know what had happened, but seeing Lily Sterling standing there, he instinctively started to go over, only to be held back by Drake.
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