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On the set of a fantasy drama, Lucas was sprawled in a chair. Even through his sunglasses, I could feel his arrogance.
He lifted his sunglasses slightly, revealing a sliver of his eyes as he glanced at me and said sarcastically: “Well, if it isn’t the princess of MJ Entertainment. What brings you to seek out this good–for–nothing playboy who only knows how to mooch off his family?”
Great, he hadn’t forgotten.
I took a drink from his assistant’s hand and respectfully offered it to Lucas: “Mr. Howard is just being filial, giving up his career to spend more
time with his elders.”
He took the drink and drawled: “Is that so? I thought I was just an arrogant, unreasonable young master!”
I forced a smile: “That just shows Mr. Howard has a unique, determined personality and doesn’t blindly follow others.”
He took off his sunglasses and looked me up and down carefully before chuckling: “Miss Chen, your mouth has certainly gotten sweeter than
before!”
Oh please, you’ve just gotten even more petty and vengeful!
Lucas’s gaze made my skin crawl. Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead. Thankfully, a coquettish cry from afar rescued me from the
situation.
“Mr. Howard!” The female lead of the fantasy drama threw herself into Lucas’s arms like a delicate songbird, clinging to his arm and pouting. “Look at them, making me do all the stunts for such a minor scene. The wire harness really hurts.”
Lucas pulled her into his embrace: “That won’t do at all. If my little darling gets hurt, it’ll break my heart.”
Help, I’m still here. Can you consider the audience a little?
“What should we do then?” Lucas’s eyes fell on me again. “Why don’t we ask Miss Chen to help out?”
The actress in Lucas’s arms instantly froze. She had just been casually complaining and hadn’t noticed the princess of MJ Entertainment was here. Although Sophia wasn’t favored by her family, the actress was just a passing fancy in Mr. Howard’s garden. She didn’t want to become collateral damage in the games of these powerful figures.
She stammered: “Mr–Mr. Howard, I’ve thought about it and I think I can manage, The wire harness doesn’t hurt that much after all.”
Lucas pulled the actress closer: “No, you can’t. Miss Chen, what do you think?”
I swallowed hard and forced out: “Fine. I. Can. Do. It
The next moment I was strapped into the wire harness. As the ropes lifted me up, in no time I was five meters off the ground.
Looking down at the people and scenery below that were growing smaller, I gripped the ropes tightly with both hands. My whole body started to go weak and my legs wouldn’t stop shaking.
The last time I had looked down from such a height was back in high school, the day my mom died.
When she heard the news of my sister’s death, she took me to the amusement park where Isabella had disappeared. She pulled me onto the Ferris wheel with her. When the Ferris wheel reached its highest point, she suddenly undid her safety belt, pushed open the safety barrier, and
12:30 PM d
The Ferris wheel stopped at the top for half an hour. I stood there at that height, staring down at the bloody, mangled body below for thirty
minutes.
It was like I was having a mental breakdown. One moment I felt like I was still on the Ferris wheel, the next I thought I had jumped down with my mom and become part of that bloody mess on the ground.
From that day on, I never went anywhere high again.
As the rope lifted me higher and higher, my heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest. My breathing became more and more rapid. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and let out a piercing scream: “Let me down! I want to get down!”
The assistant director, stagehands and others below scrambled to lower me back down.
I collapsed on the ground. Lucas walked up to me and looked down at me, his narrow eyes devoid of any emotion.
“Giving up already? Miss Chen, you’re not sincere enough!”
I struggled to my feet on shaky legs and stumbled away without looking back, trying to leave the terrifying experience behind me.
I got into my car. Uncontrollable sobs rose from my throat. I bit down hard on my hand.
Damn it, Sophia. Don’t you dare cry. Don’t you dare give up. Don’t you dare show weakness!
A Rolls–Royce with a license plate full of 8s drove up from behind. Lucas was in that car. He glanced over through the half–open window.
I was so scared I ducked my head under the seat, only realizing a moment later that he couldn’t see inside the car anyway.
