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Everyone on set knew ra Aster was involved with Tom Hayes. Now they were thick as thieves. Anyone who sided with Ynda at this point would face retaliation. After all, ra was petty, and her fans were irrational. If it escted to online harassment, the target could easily fall into depression.
Ynda raised her hand and grabbed ra Aster’s hair firmly, her voice ice–cold. “Tell me the address you just went to.”
It’s pitch dark outside right now; if anything happens to Ian…
ra Aster was grabbed painfully and was about to scream when Ynda pulled out a fruit knife. “If you make a sound, I’ll sh your face.”
The face is the most important asset for a female celebrity. ra didn’t expect this manager to be so crazy as to carry a knife with her.
“You… are you crazy? How dare you do this to me, you…”
Assistant director Tom Hayes was also stunned. The director just stepped out for a moment tonight, and now something like this happens on set. He’s going to be held responsible.
And the show hasn’t even aired yet. If this gets out, the public bacsh will be massive.
He hurried forward, his face trembling with anger. “Let her go! This is nonsense! Complete nonsense!”
But Ynda’s knife tip pressed against her, as if she was about to really sh ra’s face any second.
ra was so scared she almost fainted, quickly saying, “Drive down this narrow road for half an hour, there’ll be a few forks<b>, </b>take the far right… wooo…”
She was <i>so </i>scared and panicked that when she was released, her legs gave out and she copsed to the ground.
Ynda sheathed her dagger and looked around, “Ms. Sinir is my rtive. If tonight’s incident gets out, you all know the consequences.”
Everyone’s expressions changed. Simone is very strict; no one dares to cause trouble on set when she’s around.
No one expected that the manager was Ms. Sinir’s rtive. No wonder an unknown actor got cast as the lead, Wayne.
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Tom Hayes was <b>a </b>bit surprised but quickly smiled and said, “No problem, no problem. Don’t worry, <b>I’ll </b>talk to ra more.”
Ynda said nothing and headed straight out to the car.
The storm outside grew heavier, and raindrops hit the car windows like a waterfall.
Her mind was sharp, partly because she worried about Ian and partly because her face still hurt.
Besides, she was soaked head to toe. Without the mask and hat, her fierce look just now would’ve made her look like a clown to others.
She drove for an hour, with her headlights shing nearby, hoping Ian would see them.
There was an umbre in the car. She took it out, but in weather like this, even the best umbres would get blown away.
“Ian!”
“Ian!”
She called <i>a </i>few more times.
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He was dry and knew he had been left behind, so he found a cave, nning to wait until the rain stopped before returning.
The voice belonged to Ynda.
He stomped out the fire in front of him.
Ynda searched outside for half an hour and finally found the person unconscious at the bottom of the hill.
“Ian!”
Frightened, she hurried closer and dropped the umbre in her hand.
Raindrops hit her <b>face</b><b>, </b>stinging and blurring the nearby scene.
She flipped Ian over and patted his face. “Wake up.”
She quickly checked his forehead; no fever.
Just as she was getting anxious, the person in her arms slowly opened his eyes, then shut them
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again because of the heavy rain.
“Ms. Grant…”
Ynda helped him up and into the car.
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Ian noticed it was a Rolls–Royce, not the car she had driven before.
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The interior was spacious. Ynda turned up the heat and grabbed a towel to wipe his hair.
“Where do you feel unwell? Why did you faint?”
His lips were pale, and his gaze settled on her cheek.
The five handprints are really obvious.
His palm cupped her face. “What happened to your face?”
Ynda pped his hand away. “I’m asking you–are you feeling unwell anywhere? With all the boxing you do, shouldn’t you be in great shape?”
A dark glint flickered in Ian’s eyes, and the corner of his mouth twitched. “I’m a bit afraid of pitch–dark ces.”
Everyone has secrets. He didn’t seem like he was lying, so Ynda quickly turned on the car’s interior lights.
They were still dripping water all over.
She took off her jacket and threw it a little farther away, or she’d catch a cold like this.
The car’s air conditioning was running full st, but being soaked still felt ufortable.
He pinched her chin, and Ian’s gazended again on her cheek. “Did your husband hit you?”
Ynda met his eyes for a moment, then looked away. “Yeah.”
“If it were me, I wouldn’t have the heart to hit you so hard.”
She tilted her head and pushed him away. “I’ll drive. Let’s go back.”
He lowered hisshes and said nothing.
Ynda went to the driver’s seat to drive. The car was silent all the way back.
By the time they arrived at the filming base, it was already 1 a.m. Simone was waiting right at the gate.
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Ynda was about to open the door and get out when a hand suddenly reached from behind the seat, turning her head and pressing his lips to hers.
Their lips tangled, and his intensity grew stronger.
Because Simone was outside, she angrily pped him. The sharp p was drowned out by the sound of rain.
He tilted his head and said hoarsely, “Ms. Grant, when you hit me, I only cared if your hand hurt.”
Ynda’s pupils constricted sharply as she swallowed hard.
She was probably sick because she actually found Ian like this quite sexy.
This kind of puppy that doesn’t fight back or snap back really hits a nerve with her.
Knowing she had softened, Ian seized the moment, his lips brushing against her ear. “How about I take care of youter?”
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