Actually, her plan was not to let herself suffer in pain alone, and definitely to drag her big brother down with her.
But that cold, insensitive big brother only gave a four-word evaluation: "Heh, just average."
"!" That arrogant guy! For him to call this acting just average, what does he consider good acting?
But luckily, the next thing he said made Amanda Fuller feel much better.
"Well, compared to that other poker-faced girl, you really did well."
Pfft~ That’s Eleanor Spencer, the popular young actress, yet he dared to call her poker-faced. If Eleanor knew that this was his evaluation of her, she’d probably be so angry she’d vomit blood. But then again, her big brother had always had high standards and a sharp tongue.
Before shooting started, Aurelia Shaw was not quite in the right state of mind, and Caleb was a bit worried about whether she could perform well this time. Her performance last time was so good that it would be hard to top it. Having experienced such wonderful acting, Caleb, as the producer, had developed a taste for it and couldn’t stand poor acting anymore.
Sigh, why did he have to see such exquisite acting? There’s still a third of the scene left; now how is he supposed to endure the rest? Boohoo~~~ In the morning when Eleanor was filming, she got NG’d countless times, and after seeing Aurelia’s acting, how could he bear to watch such lousy acting anymore?
However, after filming started, Aurelia did not disappoint Caleb. Although her acting was not as standout as in the previous scene, it was stable with no mistakes. In contrast, Eleanor—who had been NG’d multiple times in the morning—might have been mentally affected, as she got NG’d again this time.
"Eleanor Spencer, what’s wrong with you!" Caleb angrily threw the script on the table, "You’re playing a small maid beside Anne Hart who feels inferior and secretly loves the Prince but dares not express her feelings. You’re supposed to portray the feeling of quietly loving and paying attention to him, not act like you’re seducing him."
"Sorry, director." Eleanor’s fingers clenched tightly, her nails digging into her palm, and her agent, Nancy Carter, hurriedly came to defuse the situation, "Director, we’re sorry, sorry, Isabel recently has had so many engagements that she hasn’t gotten much rest. Last night she was reading the script until three or four a.m. and only slept for three hours, so she’s not in a great state."
Nancy Carter’s smooth talking managed to quell Caleb’s anger somewhat, and after a break, they quickly moved on to the next scene.
Anne Hart casually propped her chin with one hand, a chess game in front of her. She lazily lifted her gaze, looking indifferently at the chessboard, thinking carefully for a moment, then picked up a black piece and placed it down. Next, she raised a dazzling smile, her eyes sparkling, as she looked at the exceptional man across from her.
"Your turn, dear brother."
Lucas Taylor smiled, picked up a white piece, glanced at the chessboard, and swept his sleeve as he placed the piece down, "Anne, your chess skills have improved recently."
Being praised, Anne lifted the corners of her mouth without a hint of modesty, "Of course, knowing that you like playing chess, I specifically sought out a tutor to learn, diligently studying for quite a while."
"Oh?" Lucas Taylor looked at her in surprise, "But did you learn the art of cheating?"
Anne blushed out of embarrassment, "I... I didn’t!"
Lucas Taylor nodded, teasingly talking to himself, "Then I wonder which girl was just taking back her moves so confidently."
Anne’s face turned even redder, but she showed no sense of wrongdoing, just as Lucas Taylor said, wrongly but confidently.