Rosie saw Jane's eyes blazing with anger, and all around the directors and producers looked impatient. Finally, at the back of the crowd, she saw a handsome man with silver-white hair, it was Blake Shaw.
He was being held back by his manager and wasn't allowed to come over, his eyes also carried a hint of suspicion as he looked at Rosie.
The young girl's heart sank, did her idol also suspect she was the one who started the fight?
She felt like a lifeless leaf, silently falling into the soil.
Indeed, everyone believed Melody Sutton's one-sided story, anyone would suspect her. At least Blake Shaw didn't come out to scold her like the director and producers.
It's just an apology, compared to the hardships in her past life, these are nothing.
"Alright, I..." Before Rosie could finish her words, a male voice interrupted.
The man's voice was forceful, not angry, but with a gentle tone that conveyed a hint of threat: "Ugly people often cause trouble, even a bald man wears flowers."
As everyone heard this, they moved aside, and a man with mixed-race features walked through the crowd. His deep-set eyes, high cheekbones, and thin lips resembled a gentleman from a Western movie.
The man wore a black formal suit, with a neatly pressed black shirt and trousers, and was very tall, instantly attracting everyone's attention upon his appearance.
Nobody knew who he was, but no one dared to easily offend this suddenly appearing man.
The man's gaze was fixed on Rosie from the moment he entered, making people highly suspect if he was her savior!
"Sir, may I ask who you are?" Director Clarke, being the most authoritative figure here, naturally wanted to know the identity of the man first. Especially since such a scandal occurring on set needed to be handled carefully to avoid external controversy.
"Carey, my name." The man's voice was as gentle as flowing water.
At this moment, Rosie looked extremely embarrassed, her plain white dress stained with bright fake blood, her black hair disheveled, and the vivid red liquid seeping into her eyes looked terrifying.
The girl was wary, boldly trying to discern the meaning behind the man's gaze.
"Carey?" Director Clarke frowned thoughtfully for a moment, feeling the name was familiar but unable to recall from where.
"With nothing to do today, I came to the set to watch, and unexpectedly witnessed this great drama." Mr. Carey approached leisurely, he looked up and down at Rosie, and upon seeing her bloodshot eyes with a bit of shine, he lightly chuckled, "Even stained like this, it can't hide your beauty, no wonder the leading lady wants a salary increase."
The leading lady wants a raise?
People around started whispering to each other.
"With such acting, she dares to ask for a raise, that's hilarious."
"I was wondering why the crew eats vegetables every day, turns out all the money went into her paycheck."
"Could Mr. Carey have mistaken the leading lady?"
"...."
Melody Sutton, who was lying on the ground, was furious. Knowing she couldn't save face, she silently bowed her head, her hands tightly clutching her skirt.
Hearing Mr. Carey's words, the expressions on the faces of the producers and directors turned uneasy. Who exactly was this Mr. Carey to know the inside information about the leading lady's raise?
Yet, if he knew about the raise, why did he mistake Rosie for the leading lady?
Rosie frowned slightly, unsure if this person was friend or foe.
"Carey! I remember!" Director Clarke suddenly raised his voice, startling everyone around: "You are one of the investors, Kai!"
"I am terribly sorry for not recognizing you. During the signing, it was your secretary we dealt with, never meeting you face to face, causing this current awkward situation."
Melody Sutton tightly held her clothing, her eyes darting around as she began to devise a plan. At this moment, no one in the world felt more awkward than her. The investor came to the scene and mistook her for the leading lady and witnessed this farce.
Mr. Carey's dark eyes moved away from Rosie, he gazed at a long-focus lens set up on a building in the Ancient Village, and muttered, frowning: "Director Clarke, the on-site security still needs to be strengthened, how did such an obvious paparazzi sneak into the filming area?"
Director Clarke gave a sidelong glance to the assistant directors, and immediately someone went to catch the paparazzi.
"Mr. Carey, it was our negligence, today's incident, we definitely won't let the photos get out."
"The pressing issue now doesn't seem to be whether or not the photos leak, but rather, the truth." Mr. Carey redirected everyone's attention back to the issue at hand.
Rosie found the man's eyes strangely familiar but thought it was an illusion, as she had never met such a wealthy man in her brief nineteen years.
"You tell us, how did this happen from beginning to end?" The man gave Rosie a chance to explain, at this moment, no one dared to interrupt.
Melody Sutton's palms were sweaty, sensing a shift in the scene, she started to sob softly: "This matter..."
Hearing her sudden voice, the man's cold gaze swept over, and Melody immediately fell silent.
"She poured the fake blood on me first, taking advantage of my blind moment to kick me." Rosie's voice was icy: "I hit her, it was just what she deserved."
Mr. Carey took a handkerchief from his pocket, gently smiling as he offered it to her: "Wipe your face."
Rosie didn't take the handkerchief, internally feeling something was off with the man in front of her, appearing suddenly, acting strangely, and his gaze carried an inexplicable emotion.
She disliked interacting with such wealthy men the most, fearful of being labeled in her circle. If seen, others might speculate whether she had backing, or relied on sugar daddies, or compromised her way up, all things she couldn't explain away even if she dove into the Yellow River.
The man raised his dark eyes, noticing the resistance and vigilance in the girl's eyes, and helplessly retrieved the handkerchief.
Melody Sutton's eyes were red and teary, her appearance pitifully trembling, and seeing no one speak, she immediately claimed with a trembling voice: "She's lying."
"Clearly, she grabbed my fake blood packet first and wanted to ruin my makeup. I reacted quickly and dodged. She became furious and pulled my hair."
"Melody Sutton, you're such a storyteller, being an actress is a waste of your talent, you should become a screenwriter."
"I'm telling the truth, my assistant saw everything too."
The assistant Jesse was mentioned again, now drenched in cold sweat, the scene had him so frightened his eyes were dazed. He only managed to nod shakily, not daring to say more.
Rosie chuckled: "Since he's your assistant, of course, he'll side with you."
"I have a witness, you don't, so what you say is a lie."
The scene was at an impasse, and just then, the assistant directors shouted from afar: "There's evidence here."
Fear clenched Melody's heart, following everyone's gaze to see the assistant director running over with a long-focus camera lens, he wheezed and said: "This paparazzi happened to capture what just happened between Melody Sutton and Rosie Scott, a playback will clearly show who is lying."