Upon hearing the director's words, the crew dispersed. They kept going about their own business.
When Hazel went back to his place of rest, his assistant who had eavesdropped on them before also came back. Next to Hazel, she quietly shared the chat content of those major creators. Hearing that Dylan and Francis hadn't taken up Chase's opinion, she finally put her uneasiness down. Before Cathy came to herself, she asked nervously, "Hazel, will Ashley and Mr. Francis take revenge on me?"
Hazel frowned. Cathy was not only forgetful but also very timid. Cathy's question made Hazel dislike her even more. "Since you've already done it, why are you still afraid of revenge! I just wanted to teach Ashley a lesson. If she continues to be so arrogant in the future, I won't let her off the hook so easily! "
Seeing Ashley's new scar, Francis felt sorry for her. "Don't worry. I will seek justice for you."
But Ashley didn't think it was a big deal and she didn't want to bother Francis, "It doesn't matter. People who come out to work have to endure grievance. It's not a big deal. After the shooting, we will separate."
What she said was reasonable, so Francis felt his girlfriend was wronged, he looked up at Dylan.
Dylan was choked with anger for no reason recently. When Francis looked into his eyes, Dylan knew what Francis was going to say. He nodded and said, "Okay, no problem. the investor could let Shengshi Group join in so the risks are being shared. Anyway, Steve is rich and his artist is here too."
"OK, I will talk to Jasper."
"As for the contract." A murderous look flashed through Dylan eyes. "I have a way to make her beg us to act."
Ashley," ..."
She didn't understand what they were talking about.
Hazel didn't know what happened, but she was enjoying massage and being served by the assistants. She was gloating over what she had just done to Ashley. However, her little trick, like a butterfly storm, had put her fate in an unpredictable direction.
When Chase was informed that the proposal was passed, he was even more confused than Ashley.
At the same time, news about Hazel's misconducts were spreading quickly on the Internet.
It was already three o'clock in the morning when they finished the shooting. Hazel returned to the hotel. She felt a little dizzy, and then she quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth. When she was about to fall asleep, the phone on the bedside table suddenly rang. She couldn't fall asleep anymore.
No matter how sweet the ringtone was, it was still in the middle of the night, which made he feel frightened. Her heart beat fast. She sat up from bed with her hand covering her heart and took the phone. The screen showed it was from her agent.
Before she could speak, her agent's voice came through the phone in a hurry. "Hazel, the news of your early sex trade has been exposed. You're going to shoot tomorrow. Anyway, don't be caught by journalists..."
All of a sudden, Hazel felt as if falling into an ice cellar, and her blood seemed to have been frozen into pieces, unable to flow any more.
Not everyone was as rich as Ashley, who was beautiful, talented and rich as her family. Hazel was from an ordinary family and didn't know anyone in the business circle. When she started her career at a young age, she was obsessed with some illegal deals and got a lot of rewards, which helped her develop her career.
But such news were unable to conceal. At least several CEOs knew her real identity. She was getting more and more restless as time went by. The more she was known by others, the more she was afraid that people who knew about her secrets. She had been trembling with fear for so many years, and this day finally came.
The agent was still chattering. But Hazel seemed to be deaf and could not hear anything. The agent did not hear the echo for several times but sighed heavily. "Have a rest first. I will see you at the film site tomorrow."
It was impossible for Hazel to fall asleep again. She got the source of the news, which was said by an entertainment media. The article detailed the time and address of the transaction in details, and even a photo with mosaic was posted on it. Although Hazel did not know when the photo was taken herself, the evidence was so convincing that it accurately sent a shiver down her spine.
It must be premeditated. Who did this to her!
Hazel didn't sleep at all. He woke up and went to the bathroom at six o'clock. In the mirror, the woman's skin was dry and her pores were thick, which was the consequence of staying up late and wearing mark-up all year. She looked very haggard with dark circles on her face. She was no longer young. At the age of thirty-one, her vital energy had begun to decline slowly. When she was young, she had consumed her physical strength. However, since she didn't sleep all night, she seemed to be getting ten years older over one night.
She had experienced a lot of ups and downs over the years. Even if this time it was far more serious than the crisis she had encountered before, she could not dodge. It was an artist's lifelong mission to always show the best state in public.
Hazel's agent was a very fat woman who couldn't see her toes with her head down -- blocked by her belly. The flesh on her arms was soft and fair. She was called "fat sister" by insiders.
Fat sister came to the hotel early. She knocked on Hazel's door. Hazel was well prepared with her delicate makeup.
"Take a day off today. Have a good rest. Don't push yourself too hard,"
Hazel shook her head. "I don't know when it will be over. I can't have myself staying in the room all the time?"
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