"She's just stunning."
"Xan!"
"Benjamin?"
Xanthea heard his call and glanced at the time. It was almost lunchtime.
"Are you done shooting? Let's grab some lunch."
"Sure, I've been waiting for you."
Benjamin noticed the slight sweat on her forehead and offered her a handkerchief, "Tired? Wipe your sweat."
"No, I've got my own."
Xanthea pulled out her handkerchief, and carelessly wiped her face. Benjamin caught a glimpse of the logo on it—was that a men’s handkerchief?
"Xan, I saw your performance just now, unexpectedly brilliant. I didn’t realize you were such a natural talent. I’ve been in the industry for ages and haven't seen many like you. I bet this show will be a hit once it airs!"
If it were anything else, Xanthea might have been modest, but Realm of Illusions was not just going to be a hit—it was going to be a sensation, a household name!
"You have a good eye!"
She smiled and gave him a thumbs-up. Benjamin laughed.
They were about to get into the car when Xanthea’s phone rang.
She looked at the screen at an unfamiliar number that somehow seemed vaguely familiar. "Excuse me, I need to take this call."
"Go ahead."
"Hello?"
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