"Ophelia, it’s because you’re too sensible that made Elder Warren misunderstand." In Grace Wilson’s eyes, Ophelia Wilson was her benefactor, so she naturally stood by Ophelia’s side.
"Let’s not talk about the other scenes, but the training scene in the mud pit was not dangerous at all, so why did she need a stand-in?" How could Elder Warren, having lived so many years, be fooled by Grace Wilson’s two sentences?
"When the TV series airs, the audience will know how many times she used a double!"
Elder Warren’s words made Ophelia Wilson’s face turn pale. The amount of honor she had just concentrated on her turned equally into awkward embarrassment. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝕟𝕖𝕥
"Are you Sophie Wilson?" Elder Warren finally reached his destination and said to Sophie Wilson with a smile, "I watched the entire TV series, and you acted very well. I’m here to play this piece for you."
Something seemed to explode in Ophelia Wilson’s mind. If she weren’t still holding onto James Reed’s arm, she would have already fallen to the ground.
The various buzzing discussions around were so noisy that they made Ophelia Wilson irritable and anxious, wishing she could leave immediately; unfortunately, leaving now would only make things worse.
For the sake of her image, Ophelia Wilson could only grit her teeth and maintain a smile as she stood there.
Sophie Wilson looked at Elder Warren in surprise, incredulously pointing at herself, "For me?"
"Yes." Elder Warren’s face showed an appreciative, kind smile, "I watched, and throughout the series, you didn’t use a stand-in even once. The key is the character you portrayed, which perfectly expressed the complex mentality of an insider."
Everyone at the scene and in front of their TVs was bewildered by Elder Warren. It turned out that the good actor Elder Warren kept praising was Sophie Wilson.
Thinking of Ophelia Wilson’s actions just now... it suddenly seemed very ironic.
Online, the official forum of Ophelia Wilson, which had just received a large influx of new fans, quickly lost them again, leaving the moderator overwhelmed.
Having received Elder Warren’s approval, Sophie Wilson’s eyes curved into a smile, "Thank you, I drama."
"I like it a lot. Can you sign for me?" Elder Warren’s words made everyone around gasp. Elder Warren, asking Sophie Wilson for an autograph?
The director couldn’t care about the surprise, quickly grabbed a poster from the side, rushed over, and handed it to Elder Warren with both hands while smiling obsequiously, "Is this poster okay for you?"
The director was smart, he brought a special poster made for Sophie Wilson and Julian Campbell. Apart from the two of them, there was no one else on it, crucially, not including Ophelia Wilson, whom Elder Warren had just reprimanded.
Elder Warren nodded with satisfaction, "This one."
The director hurriedly held the poster in front of Sophie Wilson and said to the staff nearby, "Quick, bring a table here!"
How could a signature for Elder Warren be so casual?
After Sophie Wilson carefully signed her name on the poster, she handed it to Elder Warren with both hands.
"Thank you." Elder Warren accepted it very preciously.
Sophie Wilson smiled, "You don’t need to thank me, I should thank those predecessors and the heroes who are still sacrificing for us now."
"Thank you." Elder Warren thanked her again, seeing a flash of confusion in Sophie Wilson’s eyes and a complex, kind smile in his eyes as if looking at his juniors, "If it weren’t for you... how could the audience experience the greatness of those unsung heroes?"
The time for the live broadcast arrived, and the TV station aired the series as usual, with viewership much better than the director had anticipated.