"Give me a dozen boyfriends like James Reed!" Someone in the venue envied as they looked at Ophelia Wilson standing on the stage in the spotlight.
Ophelia Wilson is truly blessed, with a good background, being a popular star herself, and having such a wonderful boyfriend. Isn’t she heaven’s favorite?
Did Ophelia Wilson save the galaxy in a previous life to be this fortunate in this one?
Look at that unique engagement ring—that’s not even the half of it.
Elder Warren, is he someone just anyone can invite?
Inside the venue and in front of TV screens, there were many people who shared the same thought. All eyes were on Ophelia Wilson.
Originally attending the press conference, Ophelia Wilson was meticulously dressed. At that moment, her face overflowed with a sweet, happy smile as if she was glowing.
The live broadcast cameras were focused on her, capturing her beautiful features clearly.
"I am very grateful to the writer who composed this script." As Elder Warren spoke, the camera instantly switched to him, then with his words, the camera turned again to the screenwriter Benjamin Smith.
Being restrained by the director, Benjamin Smith awkwardly pretended to raise his hand and smiled respectfully. Even his usually unruly stubble took on a friendly air in front of Elder Warren.
Elder Warren nodded at Benjamin Smith and continued, "We must thank the crew for producing such an excellent TV series, reflecting the spirit of silent dedication in peaceful times." Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝗇𝗲𝘵
"I especially want to thank the actors for bringing the characters to life, allowing us to see them as flesh and blood." Elder Warren’s gaze followed his words, moving in the direction of the stage.
As the male lead, Edward Sherwood merely smiled and nodded, but Ophelia Wilson spoke directly, "Elder Warren, this is just our job."
Elder Warren was someone James had invited for her, so she naturally had to perform well and not betray James’s kindness.
"During wartime, they were willing to sacrifice their lives, and even in peaceful times, they still shed blood for us in unknown places. As actors, what we can do is portray them well, letting the public recognize these lovable people through our work." Ophelia’s words made people inside the venue and in front of their TVs nod repeatedly.
"Elder Warren, with praise like yours, we’re embarrassed. After all, compared to those who silently dedicate themselves, what we do is trivial."
Hearing Ophelia’s words, Elder Warren nodded slightly, "I am here today to thank the actress who brought these characters to life."
Praised by Elder Warren, Ophelia puffed out her proud chest a bit, her smile striving to be restrained yet couldn’t conceal her pride.
"Elder Warren, Ophelia worked extremely hard to play this role, studying scripts late into the night, taking various notes, watching movies and TV shows, all to understand the character better," Grace Wilson said, stepping out from the side of the stage and speaking to Elder Warren.
Having a chance to interact closely with such a master like Elder Warren, how could Grace Wilson miss it? Perhaps this would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If she didn’t seize it now, then when?
"She’s the most beautiful!" Fans of Ophelia at the scene began to chant. Besides being true fans, Ophelia’s manager had naturally arranged "fans" with organizational ability to know when to stir up the atmosphere and build momentum for Ophelia.