"Everyone disperse, please, everyone just disperse."
The director looked at Emily Allen, who was crying on the side, and dispersed the onlookers.
Now that Emily had been beaten to this state, it seemed impossible to take the makeup photos for today.
They had no choice but to have Emily’s assistant take her back.
On her way out of the filming set, Emily kept wiping her tears, but the moment she sat back in the nanny van, she burst out laughing like crazy.
Emily turned to her assistant, "Did you get it all on video?"
"It’s been recorded for a while." The assistant nodded, then sent the video from the phone to Emily.
When Zoe Anne attacked her, Emily had already signalled to her assistant to start recording immediately.
Now with this recording, she could once again sell her pitiful story online.
Just then, Emily’s phone rang. She looked at the caller ID, quickly answered, and her voice turned sweet and alluring.
"Mr. Jacob, what’s the matter?"
Hearing the response on the other end of the phone, Emily’s eyes instantly lit up.
"Really? The role has been decided for me?"
Listening, Emily chuckled softly, talking in a coquettish tone on the phone, "Mr. Jacob, you’re so naughty. If that’s the case, I’ll see you tonight."
After hanging up the phone, Emily’s expression was once again filled with smug satisfaction.
She straightened her hair, but accidentally touched her swollen cheek, and the pain made her gasp sharply.
"Zoe Anne, that bitch."
Emily snorted coldly, "What does it matter if you’re the Anne family’s princess... In the end, your role still ended up in my hands."
"Emily, put the ice pack on your face." The assistant handed over what she was holding to Emily.
Emily placed the ice bag on her face, half-closing her eyes.
The phone on the side rang again. Emily, somewhat impatient, glanced at it. She was about to hang up directly, but hesitated for a moment and finally answered.
Emily’s voice carried a touch of impatience.
"What does this text mean? Why won’t you let me come back?" Ryan Richard’s voice came from the other end of the phone.
"If I say don’t come back, then don’t. I have important things to deal with, don’t ruin it for me." Emily responded carelessly.
"Emily? What good things could you possibly have, I know all about the things you’ve done!"
Ryan had already guessed what Emily was referring to, and he began to struggle to contain the anger in his chest.
"Emily, can’t you have a little self-respect and dignity?"
"Self-respect and dignity?"
Emily laughed as if she had just heard a joke, "Ryan, if you want self-respect and dignity, go ahead, but what I want is a future! A future! Do you understand?"
"Emily!" Ryan roared angrily.
However, Emily had no intention of paying him any attention, "Ryan, I’ll say it once more, don’t come back tonight."
With that, she hung up the phone.
Hearing the disconnect tone on the other side, Ryan yelled into the phone, drawing the attention of people nearby.
He clenched his phone tightly, his jaw set, and immediately hailed a taxi on the roadside to rush back.
Meanwhile, back at their home, Emily, who had redone her makeup, welcomed the middle-aged man inside.
The man looked at Emily, dressed provocatively, and his eyes instantly glowed with lust, pulling her into his embrace, about to steal a kiss.
But Emily pushed the man away, and spoke enticingly, "Mr. Jacob, don’t be in such a hurry, hm? Was what you said earlier about the role true?"