Bonus Chapter: Part 3

**Bonus Chapter: Part 3**

**"Who are these people?"** the goddess-like woman asked, her eyes carefully scrutinizing every person in the room who felt the hairs on their body stand in apprehension. The way she held her gaze made them feel intimidated for some reason.

"They are our guests who will be filming the Master and Young Master, Mistress," Richard immediately answered, turning his body to face the woman and bowing slightly. They immediately knew that she was someone important.

"Oh, I see." She nodded a few times before turning to him with a small smile on her face, her cheeks slightly tinging a hint of scarlet. "And geez, I told you to cut that out when we're or with the servants. It feels edgy being called with that title. We're not living in the Middle Ages or Renaissance."

"Yes, Miss Allison. My deepest apologies," the old butler bowed once again, expressing his apologies. He remained in that pose for a few moments before finally standing straight and introducing her to the confused crew members. "This is Mrs. Allison Taylor-de Vries. Master Hades' lifelong partner and wife,"

Everyone was in awe as soon as they knew who she was. It was her, Allison Taylor-de Vries. The fashion icon and designer who flipped the face of the fashion industry. She was also one of the progenitors of producing clothes with sizes for different body types and advocated for models whose bodies didn't adhere to the fashion industry's style. She made her debut as a designer after working under variously known designers and sketched dresses for several known people from all walks of life. It was also said that she was a skilled patterner who interned in Fad, one of the most well-known clothing brands.

While everyone was awestruck at the sight of the fashion world's giants, it was not comparable to how Janine felt. It was an honor for an actress herself to come in face-to-face with a fashion icon like Allison. The woman designed and personally sewed clothes for a handful of celebrities who have reached the highest peak of fame and participated countless times in the Paris Fashion Week. As a small-time actress who was still far from the unambiguous definition of fame, meeting Allison was the same as punching the moon!

"You don't have to say it like that, Richard," the woman of the estate said and patted the old butler's shoulder, her cheeks getting redder than earlier. It was apparent that she was flustered with the introduction. She then faced them. "Like he said, I am Allison Taylor-de Vries, Hades' wife. It's a pleasure to see you all here," she spoke with such eloquence that the words she said seemed to have manifested in cursive writing and passed through their ears magnificently.

"Good morning, Ma'am. We're the production crew from Helios Media," Haroun immediately took his cue to introduce himself and offer his hand. He was always the first to answer, being the team's leader. But despite being attentive, he was mesmerized by the redhead's enchanting beauty that he almost forgot to present himself. Good thing he was feverishly on his feet today.

Behind them, Jamaal raised his camera a bit higher on his shoulder and zoomed it a bit on the woman's face. He was relieved that he didn't turn the camera off for some rest.

"Helios Media... oh! I remember. Are you the production crew for Dadlicity? The show that's gonna make an episode with my husband?" she asked. Her gaze was now full of sparkling joy and anticipation, and her voice gentle like a piece of silky fabric running across one's skin. She took his hand, and the frantic director almost melted on his spot. Her hand was as soft as a marshmallow, though a few areas in her fingers had calluses. It was probably because of her career. He heard that there were times she personally sewed and embroidered designs for some dresses she designed, especially if it was for her muses.

"That is correct, Ma'am." He nodded in response. "I'm the director, Al Haroun Arafat. This is my crew."

"Hello, ma'am!" they all greeted her, perspiring again. But this time, it was because they felt pressure in her presence. No wonder Hades de Vries was crazy over her. She possessed an unearthly beauty, like the Helen of Troy!

"I suppose that everyone is having a good time?" she asked them, and Haroun was about to answer her, but a bark suddenly echoed in the room.

"Woof!" a dog came out of the blue, running towards Allison. With its tail wagging furiously and tongue hanging out of its muzzle, the canine creature looked at the woman with glee.

"Wow, and this is?" Haroun asked when the dog noticed their presence and went towards him, smelling him all over.

"This is Jojo. He's been my pup since I got into college," she answered as Jojo went to the other crew members and smelled them painstakingly. He was getting to know them one by one with the scents they possessed.

Some were terrified and froze in their spots, others calmly remained on their spot and let him do his job, knowing what he was doing, and a few tried to get friendly with him by offering a hand that Jojo could smell on. As soon as he smelled all of the guests, he trotted back to Allison, who kneeled, and ruffled his thick fur, scratching him below his stomach. The crowd's heart softened when the furry creature howled in delight and began thumping his foot on the carpeted floor at a rabbit's pace.

"You guys can relax now and rest. You got this boy's approval," she said, and they all relaxed.

"Okay, team. Let's get moving with the preparations," Haroun said, and they all continued to what was meant to be done. He then looked over at Jojo, who was staring with its tongue out and tail wagging more powerfully than earlier. "Thanks, man," he said and came over to scratch Jojo's stomach, to which the canine wholeheartedly welcomed.

The crew watched him in horror. It was their first time seeing their director acting gentle and sweet, and to an animal of all creatures! The boogeyman, the tyrant, the absolute abomination, was petting a dog! It was like a piece of history!

As the director enjoyed his time petting Jojo, the team began to recall past experiences when they saw him acting soft on animals. Camille remembered him tending an injured raccoon that was frequently scavenging on the trash. Good thing the mammalian was docile and didn't bite him, but the bad thing was that she didn't record it on camera! It would have been a sight to brag. One of the runners, Celine, once saw him feeding and getting friendly with a street cat and didn't believe it, thinking she was just high on stimulants. While the boom operator, Michael, mused conversation with the man during one sleepless night about horses being such majestic creatures and how much he wanted to ride one but dismissed it and concluded he was just dreaming whenever he thought of it.

However, seeing the sight before them, both Celine and Michael made a new conclusion. What they saw and heard was true! The boogeyman was fond of animals!

Meanwhile, Jamaal and his assistant camera operators recorded the entire scene, making sure that everything, as in everything, was burned on film. It was a sight to see that only happened once in a blue moon, so they must make a memory out of it.

"My husband will come in a while. Our son suddenly cried, so he went to our baby's room to tend him," Allison said, breaking Haroun away from peachy fluffy haven and for the other visitors to hurriedly turn away and do their work. They had their fill, and they were satiated. If they indulged in more of it since it might cost them their last and final paycheck.

"Tea or coffee, anyone? You all came so early in the morning, after all." Richard suddenly spoke, now pushing a food service trolley with a few teacups and mugs, a ceramic teapot, and a glass coffee carafe. The senior was too swift, and they hadn't noticed that he went away, yet he managed to push the trolley so effortlessly with unsaid grace.

A maid came out behind him, pushing another trolley that was filled with plates with heaps of pancakes and bottles of different sauces. The shelf below held a tray of beignets. "Speaking of, have you all had your breakfast? We have pancakes over here," he added.

Everyone drooled at the sight of what was offered before them. The food and beverages looked delightful for the stomach! Celine celebrated for the first time in forever since she won't be asked to fetch three shots of espresso for an entire day. Being the one to run the various odd and tiring errands just for experience and exposure. It was the same as being a personal assistant but for multiple people, and with no to little pay! She silently thanked Richard for being the dutiful butler he was.

"Also, Miss Allison," Richard said, came over to Allison and whispered something to her. The woman's face changed a few times slightly before nodding.

"You're the actress Janine Gonzaga, right?" she asked, looking at Janine, who stood frozen on her spot. The actress pointed at herself. "I'll take your suggestion into consideration. Thank you," Allison proceeded to say with a smile.

Immediately, the actress saw her hard work and aspirations burning down to ashes. The crew only internally lamented her soon-to-be-failing career. It might be her last hosting for today...

"Love?"