"I..." Jack Hugh couldn't handle it alone and glanced aside to see what the instigator was up to?
It was all because of Miss Scott's inexplicable behavior that caused Mr. Anderson's displeasure. If only she could explain and say some soft words to Mr. Anderson, the matter would have been resolved.
However, she didn't seem to realize she had inadvertently affected an innocent man.
He saw the young girl holding her phone, her fingers trembling as she pressed the send button, then kneeling on the sofa with her hands clasped in prayer: "Gods bless, gods bless."
'Hiss~~~ Hiss~~~~' Jack Hugh subtly signaled the bewitched young girl.
Yet, the girl didn't notice, continued praying on the sofa for a long time until her phone rang, upon which she reacted as if holding a hot potato, jumping up and down.
After a while, she adjusted her breath, stood on the sofa with an expression as if the sky were about to collapse.
When Rosie Scott clicked the answer button, a sharp, angry voice of an 'old hag' came from the phone: "Rosie Scott, you're dead meat! What nonsense did you shoot!!!"
"Li... Ms. Lindsey, my acting is okay, it's just the... filming method might have some issues... Ms. Lindsey..."
The phone call abruptly ended with a 'bang'.
"It's over..." The girl was on tenterhooks, swallowed hard, glanced around unsure what to do, then suddenly scratched her head and dashed away from the scene, shouting as she ran: "Mr. Gold, lock the door fast!!!!!!"
"...." Jack Hugh's eyes were about to drop out, this Miss Scott was not loyal, she just ran off after using him.
Charles Anderson glared at Jack Hugh, moved his wheelchair away; Jack Hugh just sighed in relief, wiped the sweat from his palms, yet before he could relax, he heard the voice from afar: "In the greenhouse, mosquitoes have been breeding recently, take care of it, leave none behind."
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Mr. Anderson, it's not what you think, I'm innocent, Mr. Anderson....
Rosie Scott ran haphazardly without any regard for her image, failing to stop the rushing BMW sedan.
Seeing Jane driving the car through the gate, she seemed to witness a thousand troops crossing the river, an image unforgettable for a lifetime.
It's over.
With a 'bang!', Jane slammed the car door.
The girl trembled with fear, this woman, oh my, so scary, she's coming over, what to do?
"Li... Ms. Lindsey, you came so fast, really... it's tough for you....." Rosie Scott instinctively retreated, after seeing the anger in Jane's eyes, she gulped with difficulty, her peripheral vision caught Charles Anderson moving his wheelchair closer, the girl took a swift step and crouched behind the man's wheelchair.
"Rosie Scott, come out here." Jane gritted her teeth.
"You... you promise not to hit me, then I'll come out." Rosie Scott hugged her knees, tilted her head and peered out at her.
Charles Anderson chuckled softly: "Agent Lindsey has quite the temper."
"Mr. Anderson sure has a good temper, truly admirable, but I, Jane, have always been straightforward; the one thing I despise is dawdling procrastinators." Jane emphasized the last few words, seemingly meant for someone in particular.
"Rosie is one of my Anderson Family, I hope Agent Lindsey can treat her kindly, otherwise..." Charles Anderson's gentle words suddenly halted, his raised dark eyes, however, exuded a cold intent: "Otherwise, losing one's temper to the extreme and harming oneself."
Upon seeing the coldness in the man's eyes, Jane suppressed her anger; she knew Mr. Anderson was not as frail as people thought, only a recluse in Anderson Castle, unseen by others.
"Mr. Anderson is truly considerate, I've been an agent for so many years, thought I was just handling a rookie, didn't expect it was a delicate flower, untouchable."
Charles Anderson said nothing.
Rosie Scott couldn't hold back any longer, she abruptly stood up and retorted: "I'm not a delicate flower, I'm an adult. Yes, I didn't shoot well the task you gave me, so what, are you gnashing your teeth to bite me?"
"....." Jane's temples throbbed; this one was more aggravating than the guy in the wheelchair, she just wanted to snap her neck.
"Pack your things, come with me to the set. Although you don't have any scenes these days, watching how others perform could help your abysmal acting skills."
Charles Anderson's dark eyes sunk slightly, watching the girl's reaction.
Rosie Scott pursed her lips, secretly contemplated, going to the set could supervise Melody, ensure no liberties were taken, and she could also see Blake, simply wonderful.
The girl shyly bit her lower lip, her eyes gleaming, almost grinning: "Sure, sure, I'll pack my stuff right away."
She asked Mr. Gold for a suitcase, packed lots of clothes, and finally, the suitcase couldn't even fit the scripts.
When Rosie Scott got into the car, she joyfully waved goodbye, unaware that her beaming smile pierced Charles Anderson's dark eyes.
When Jane turned the steering wheel, she saw in the rearview mirror a man with a clenched jaw and a cold gaze.
Being sharp, she quickly realized the unusual relationship between Charles Anderson and Rosie Scott; though seemingly close, there was a lack of communication, as if they were having some invisible conflict.
Rosie Scott opened her phone, discovering the director had created a group, with all the actors inside. She held her breath, opened the group members' info, and saw an avatar of an orange sunset with only one letter nickname: 'X'.
This must be Blake Shaw's WeChat.
Oh my~
The girl instinctively wanted to click add, but before her finger could touch the screen, she stopped, remembering her advice to him that day: [Be wary of women who suddenly approach you.]
Though she very much wanted to add his WeChat, she felt that her idol should remain distant, only to be admired, not touched.
In this life, quietly protecting him was enough, as long as he doesn't fall as he did in the past life.
Her idol, just needs to keep shining, remain in the spotlight, that would make her content.
"Rosie Scott? Rosie Scott!!" Jane called several times, out of patience.
"Huh?!!! Sis, were you calling me?" The girl was pulled back to reality by Jane.
"Yes, what daydreams you girls keep having, didn't hear me calling for ages, I ask you, why did Charles Anderson marry you?" Jane was one of the few who knew some inside stories, able to enter Anderson Castle so casually, she knew Rosie Scott's identity wasn't simple, perhaps related to Charles Anderson in some way.
"I would also like to know." The girl shook her head.
"Surely it's not because of that angelic face?" Jane always judged people accurately; Charles Anderson's looks didn't match those of a lustful person, just from his deep dark eyes, one could tell he's a cunning old fox.
A disabled old fox, why deceive a quirky little kitten?
Jane glanced at the rearview mirror, seeing Rosie Scott holding a phone and smiling like a fangirl, she couldn't help but roll her eyes.