“Ha!” scoffed Kathleen as her scarlet lips curled with cold derision.
Spencer frowned and asked, “Do you or do you not want to proceed?”
Astrid froze in response as she took in his question.
Spencer exclaimed angrily, “Get lost if you’re not continuing with the filming! I’m warning you, don’t bother with all these useless schemes when you’re in my film crew. I don’t buy a single one of them! I don’t care who you have backing you. I’ll personally shame you on the internet if you dare to create a situation where I can’t continue with the filming!”
Astrid’s face stiffened and was stony as she returned Spencer’s gaze. He was clearly different from the other directors she had worked with and certainly commanded significant influence within the entire film crew.
She bit her lip in thought as she recognized she hadn’t achieved her objective and thus had to find a way to prevent herself from being kicked out of the film crew. With that in mind, she didn’t dare to retaliate despite being reprimanded by Spencer at length. She cradled her face and grudgingly accepted that she had taken the slap for nothing.
Later that evening, the film crew had packed up for the day and were ready to leave. Kathleen strode out and immediately caught sight of Samuel.
Why is he here?
His tone was heavy as he said, “Get in the car. I have something extremely important to tell you.”
“I’ve promised Timothy that I would have dinner with him,” replied Kathleen as she gazed at him curiously.
Samuel frowned slightly in response to her sudden announcement.
At that point, Timothy strode over and asked, “Mr. Macari? What brings you here?”
Samuel coolly replied, “I heard that you were planning on treating Kathleen to a meal. Is that right, Mr. Currah?”
“That’s right,” replied Timothy readily with a nod. He continued, “The director told us to familiarize ourselves with one another, or we would only be awkward and distant in the scenes that we acted in together. That would then impact the overall effect that the film brings to people and its success.”
A stark coldness emanated from Samuel’s gaze as he asked, “You wouldn’t mind if I joined you for your meal tonight, would you?”
“Of course not,” replied Timothy, dumbfounded.
Kathleen’s brows furrowed as she frowned and looked at Samuel. He remarked coldly, “Since the goal is for the two of you to know each other better, I’m sure we can achieve the same outcome even with a third party present. It’s not as if you will be doing something else together.”
Kathleen was rendered utterly speechless by his comment. Timothy was a little taken aback as well.
“Come on. Get in the car,” instructed Samuel as he pulled Kathleen in along with him.
Kathleen frowned and asked, “What are you up to, Samuel?”
He shot her an icy cold look that was more than capable of freezing anything in its tracks but didn’t respond to her query. Instead, he merely put on his seatbelt. She glanced at him from the side and began, “You…”
“Seatbelt,” commanded Samuel irately.
Kathleen was frustrated but had no choice but to comply and put on her seatbelt. Samuel didn’t speak another word and proceeded to drive off. He followed closely behind Timothy as the latter led them toward the dinner venue he had previously arranged.
Timothy had made arrangements for their dinner. Furthermore, he had arranged for a stew for sharing. Kathleen absolutely loved having this kind of food for her meals.
It was clear that Timothy knew Kathleen very well. Even as she sat beside Samuel, she could feel the waves of displeasure cascading off him. However, she made up her mind and decided to ignore him. For the entire meal, she only focused her attention squarely on Timothy and engaged him in conversation.
Timothy picked up on the fact that Kathleen was giving Samuel the cold shoulder. Instead of helping the latter out, he conversely began to engage with Kathleen more enthusiastically.
Throughout the entire meal, Samuel had barely touched his fork, let alone pick it up. He was infuriated beyond measure at how things had developed but also knew that he didn’t have the right to be mad.
“I still remember your newcomer performance during your first year of university. Your performance was a contemporary dance that truly astounded the audience,” recalled Timothy fondly.
“What? You actually saw my performance?” asked Kathleen in surprise.
“Word spread around campus the very moment you reported on the first day of school. I mean, how could it not? They claimed that a peerless beauty had joined our faculty of performing arts, so everyone inevitably knew of you,” explained Timothy with a chuckle.
Kathleen was rather embarrassed and commented shyly, “To be fair, there were quite a few gorgeous ladies on campus.”
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