Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 361

Rosamund was extremely satisfied with her masterpiece.

At the current pace, the movie would wrap up production smoothly by the middle of next month, mid-June, which was almost two months ahead of the director's schedule.

She owed this to her past life's experience. Knowing exactly what the director wanted made her acting effortless and precise, significantly speeding up the filming process.

Because of this, the director was absolutely thrilled with her professional skills. In fact, even before this movie was finished, he had already offered her the lead role in his next project.

As for the mess Zoe left behind, someone would naturally clean it up for her.

That someone was Alistair, an incredibly loyal hound she had been raising since she was a teenager.

Before Zoe was permanently silenced, Rosamund couldn't let Alistair have any contact with her. But now that Zoe was dead, Alistair became a very convenient broom to sweep things under the rug.

And this particular hound would rather die than betray her.

Sitting in front of the vanity mirror, Rosamund's lips curled into an involuntary smile.

"Rosamund, your skin is absolutely flawless!"

The makeup artist carefully touched up her face, speaking with obvious envy. "You just finished those late-night shoots a while ago, but it hasn't affected your complexion at all. It's like you were born for the big screen."

Faced with compliments she heard almost every day, Rosamund offered a practiced smile. "I've probably just been resting well lately, plus the crew's makeup team is amazing. That's why it looks so natural."

Hearing the praise, the makeup artist smiled even brighter, her hands moving with extra gentleness and care. "You're too modest, Rosamund. A natural foundation like yours is rare in this industry. Take the battle-damage makeup for this movie—it looks stiff on a lot of actors, but on you, it looks like you're actually hurt. It really breaks your heart to look at."

Rosamund looked at her beautifully made-up reflection in the mirror, but her thoughts drifted elsewhere.

Right on cue, Yvonne returned. Carrying Rosamund's script and a small portable fan, she looked energetic and wore a bright smile. "Rosamund, the director said the set for the next scene is ready. We can head over now."

As the crew's makeup artist, she appreciated that Rosamund—an internationally acclaimed actress—didn't demand special treatment by bringing in her own elite personal glam squad. Instead, she fully cooperated with the crew's arrangements, a move that earned her unanimous praise from the makeup artist and the rest of the team.

On top of that, witnessing firsthand how well Rosamund treated the staff around her—even maintaining a wonderful attitude toward a junior assistant—made a strong impression. It was obvious the little assistant adored and looked up to her.

The makeup artist was used to two-faced celebrities in the entertainment industry. On camera, they acted sweet and humorous, but once the spotlight was off, they were quick to hurl insults, throw things, or even slap the staff around them.

So an actress like Rosamund, whose actions actually matched her words, was a rare gem in the business.

It just went to show that an actress from a wealthy, respectable family was in a league of her own!

It looked like she would have plenty of good things to share the next time she hung out with her friends.