Chapter 133 Did They See the Hickey on Your Neck?
Thalia, dressed in an elegant outfit, leaned down slightly. Her slender fingers reached out to brush away the hair stuck to Nora's face. She looked at Nora intently and spoke slowly, word by word: "What do I want? Don't you know perfectly well?"
Nora stared back at Thalia, frozen for a long moment, unable to speak.
The director watched this scene, his blood pumping with excitement.
Gregory's complicated gaze fell on Thalia.
Thalia bent down and bowed to the crew members, then extended her hand to Nora: "Are you okay?"
In front of so many people, Nora didn't dare go against Thalia. She could only clench her teeth and ask through gritted teeth: "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
"You can't put it that way. I did this to take the show to the next level."
"You—"
"I suggest you shut up. First, you got in through connections. Second, the director didn't call cut when I threw coffee on you, which means he approved of it. So tell me... in this situation, if you complain, who's going to care?"
Applause erupted all around.
Nora was so angry her chest heaved violently.
Thalia reached out and tugged at her collar, her long nails grazing Nora's neck: "Be good!"
Just as Thalia was about to get up, her collar gaped open, revealing the hickeys on her neck. Seeing this, Nora suddenly reached out and grabbed Thalia's collar, trying to rip open her clothes to show everyone the hickeys.
But Thalia caught her hand in one swift move, staring at her with fierce eyes. Her thumb pressed hard on Nora's wrist, forcing her hand away from her collar.
"Thalia, your neck..."
Thalia let out a cold laugh. Too lazy to respond, she straightened up, lifted her skirt, and walked out.
As she passed by Gregory, she felt his scrutinizing gaze.
"Gregory, there's no scene with water-throwing in the script."
"I know," Gregory watched Thalia return to her dressing room.
"Nora, she..." the assistant spoke softly, somewhat hesitant.
Gregory smiled: "Does it concern us?"
"Go find out what grudge Nora has against Thalia."
In the dressing room.
Thalia pulled open her collar and used her finger to apply concealer. Layla walked in and glanced at the makeup artist.
Standing beside Thalia, she scolded her in a low voice: "Do you know what you just did means? If some busybody posts it online, you'll get attacked again."
"The production team won't let these rumors get out. Why are you panicking?"
The production team wouldn't just stand by and watch the show fail before it even airs, would they?
"Besides, you saw it yourself. Not only did the production team not call cut when I did that, they actually thought the effect was good."
Layla was frustrated.
"Is it worth it over someone like Nora?"
"It's worth it. She provoked me."
Thalia adjusted her collar in the mirror and casually placed the concealer on the table.
Watching her movements, Layla asked: "When Nora grabbed you just now, did she see the hickeys on your neck?"
Thalia fell silent.
Her desire to kill William grew a little stronger.
Meanwhile, Nora was throwing things around in her dressing room in anger. Her assistant egged her on: "Thalia is too much! Does she think she can bully you just because she's the female lead? She should look at what position she's in now. Her dad is about to die, and she's still so arrogant. I'd like to see how miserable she'll be then."
"That cup of coffee was just poured by the crew. Such scalding hot stuff thrown on your face—if it burns you, your acting career could end right there."
Nora's chest heaved violently with anger.
She and Thalia entered the entertainment industry at the same time, but Thalia rose to the top thanks to Hayden's influence, while she was blacklisted because she had offended Thalia. Hayden had spoken to her company, and they barely gave her any work. She finally managed to terminate her contract, but she was still being trampled on.
Nora held ice to her face, so angry her eyes turned red.
"Nora, here's an ice sheet mask. Take off your makeup and ice it down."
"Go find out who filmed videos just now and see if they can send them to me."
The assistant hesitated: "Nora, the show hasn't aired yet. If the actors start fighting, the director will definitely have a problem with it."
"Who said I'm releasing it now?"
The assistant paused, understanding what Nora meant.
Soon the assistant went to cozy up to people and got the footage.
Nora looked at the on-site video on her phone, her lips curling into a deeper cold smile.
Thalia, just you wait! She would get her revenge sooner or later.
........
"Boss, they're here."
The car door opened and Timothy got in. He saw this business tycoon holding a fashion magazine with Thalia on the cover.
Timothy froze for a moment, sensing William's glance.
He quickly looked away.
"Dr. King doesn't need to report on Mr. Smith anymore."
Timothy was stunned.
He looked at William with some surprise.
"How is Mr. Smith now? Can he be cured?"
"Best case scenario is paralysis from the waist down."
William's slender fingers rubbed the magazine cover, his dark eyes lowering slightly, making his expression unreadable.
"Dr. King should treat him properly."
Timothy opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Treat him properly?
What does that mean?
"Mr. Brown is showing you the way."
"Mr. Brown means just treat him normally. Does Dr. King understand?"
Finn, sitting in the driver's seat, glanced at Timothy.
Timothy was so scared his palms were sweating.
He looked at William, not daring to speak.
After seeing Timothy off, the car headed straight for Mistwood Hill.
Near the entrance to the mountain forest, William received a call from Amara.
"You're not home?"
"I moved. Why?"
"I came to see the cat," Amara finally got off work early and, not having seen the cat in a while, stopped by William's apartment.
"No time today. Another day."
The car had just entered the top of Mistwood Hill when the rumbling sound of a helicopter started up.
Amara thought he was busy and didn't press about the move.
......
Thalia finished early tonight. Just as she was about to head back to her apartment, she saw Gregory's assistant standing at her dressing room door.
"Thalia, Gregory said he'd like to invite you for a late-night snack to talk about the upcoming shooting."
Thalia was surprised. Didn't they say Gregory didn't like attending pointless private dinners? Why was he taking the initiative to invite her today?
"Today?"
"Yes, do you have something going on?"
"Not really, but I'm a bit tired and want to go home and lie down. Can I skip it?"
Gregory's assistant stared at Thalia in disbelief. So many people wanted a chance to have dinner with Gregory, and Thalia was actually...