President’s Sweet Wife novel Chapter 192

“You… you…”

She stared deathly pale at Natalia. Those crystal-clear eyes of hers seemed like bottomless pits, with a terrifying power in them about to suck her in.

“Cut!”

The voice of a man rang out.

Vicente stood up from behind the camera, frowning at Jessica. “What’s with you? Stammering that long without getting a proper word out – can’t you remember a script this simple?”

Jessica snapped back to the present.

She looked, dazed, over at Natalia, who’d stood up, brushed off her sleeves, and maintained a calm expression.

Jessica’s chest jolted.

She gritted her teeth, put away the hate in her eyes, and mumbled, “Sorry, Mr. Langes. I suddenly felt a little off and got stuck on the line. Let’s go for another take!”

Vicente frowned, a little displeased.

But he didn’t say anything and had them go again.

Natalia took her posse, went back to where they’d begun, and started over.

Outside, the tabloids who’d come for the interviews had their own cameras ready, shooting the whole scene from 360 degrees all around.

Someone muttered, “I heard the female lead was a new actress. Thought she’d be a green rookie, it turns out she’s quite good.”

“Yeah, not bad. From the way she’s presenting her lines to her control of her expressions, she’s pretty good. People who don’t know better might think she’s an experienced actress!”

“In comparison, that so-called movie star isn’t giving a good performance!”

“Well, we can’t say that. This is just the take one, and what actor hasn’t ever slipped? The next take might be the one.”

“Yeah, didn’t she just explain that she was feeling ill? Look at her face, maybe she’s sick! Let’s not be too harsh on her.”

The discussion of the bystanders all fell into the ears of the tabloid reporters.

They exchanged glances and didn’t say anything, but they’d already started mentally noting those words.

Meanwhile, Natalia stepped into the palace again, coming up in front of Jessica.

She bent over and grabbed Jessica’s chin. Her face was dark, her glare sharp, a hint of a mocking smile on the corners of her mouth.

Her entire being, from her brow to her eyes, emanated freezing coldness.

“You’re lower than a mongrel in the gutter at this point. What makes you think I’d show any interest in such a pitiful creature?”

Jessica clenched her fist tight.

Accompanying the sharp pain from her nails, her head was forced up to face those chilling eyes.

For an instant, she felt like she’d fallen into a black hole. Her entire body was surrounded by a cold that crept into her marrow, drawing shivers.

She swallowed, then struggled to stammer out her line.

“If… if you’re not interested, then why show up here today?”

“Cut!”

Vicente’s voice rang out again.

He tamped down on his annoyance and said to Jessica, “The emotions were wrong there. Remember, you might be the former Empress, but you still need to have some backbone when facing your hated rival who deposed you! That was too weak, you looked like a handmaiden. I need more backbone, got it?”

Jessica’s face grew sour.

But she still nodded.

“Take three!”