I Chose Me Over My Marriage novel Chapter 119

It was Aria.

Not only did Maxwell feel zero excitement, but a sharp wave of irritation also washed over him.

Still, figuring she might have a legitimate work issue, he answered the call.

"Max, could you talk to the director for me? I'm not feeling well these next two days, and I really can't film that water scene."

Aria's voice dripped with practiced, whiny sweetness. Most men would have caved instantly.

Maxwell's brow furrowed, and he shot back coldly, "Do you want to be a star or not?"

Aria sounded confused. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Even A-list actresses jump into freezing water for a scene. What makes you think you're above it? You're playing a supporting role. The company pulled every string we had to secure this part for you. You're still drowning in negative press, and if you use this opportunity to prove your dedication, you can turn the public opinion around. Until you do that, you have no right to make demands."

The subtext was brutally clear.

He wasn't going to help her, and she was going to film that scene whether she liked it or not.

"But I—" Aria tried to argue, but caught herself, swallowing whatever excuse she had planned.

"No 'buts'. You shoot the scene yourself. I'll have the PR team buy media traction pushing the narrative that you insisted on doing your own stunts in freezing weather without a double. The internet will eat it up. You don't need to worry about anything else. Just focus on acting, and spend your downtime working on your line delivery."

Having issued his orders, Maxwell hung up the phone, flipped the ringer switch to silent, and tossed the device aside.

The room was dead quiet once more, yet his mind remained a chaotic storm.

Lyra had executed the US branch project flawlessly. Because of her phenomenal performance, Harrison transferred her out of the general design department the moment she returned, officially promoting her to Design Director of Lennox Group.

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