Chapter 226 Gregory's Unrequited Love
William listened to Vaughn's words and finally understood why he came today.
"Someone's been looking for you recently, haven't they?"
Vaughn acknowledged: "People from your mother's side want to meet with you."
"If they want to meet me, they should just come to me directly. Why bother you? I'm thirty years old, not a three-year-old kid," William said, leaning back in his chair holding his coffee cup.
Vaughn looked at him and sighed: "But they have to be able to reach you first!"
"Can't reach me so they go to you? They haven't looked for me all these years, so what's with this power play now? Is the Jimenez family going under?"
"William." Vaughn was extremely strict about his children's education - what should and shouldn't be said, he'd been very strict about since they were young.
The coffee in his hand had cooled down. William drained it in one gulp: "Last night when Thalia left the set, someone almost killed her while she was buying things on the street at the film studio. Do you know who did it, Father?"
Vaughn was shocked: "The Jimenez family?"
"I never believe someone who betrays trust can change their nature and become a good person. If they really changed, it's definitely because they're after something."
If he were penniless now, let's see if the Jimenez family would still come looking for him.
People are like animals following scents - they come sniffing after money and power.
Vaughn understood and nodded: "Now that I know what you're thinking, I know what to do. When will you bring Thalia home for dinner?"
"After she finishes filming this show."
...........
"Dr. Anderson, someone's here to see you."
"Who?" Amara had just finished her night shift and was about to go home to sleep.
But a nurse stopped her at the office door.
"It's a celebrity!"
Thalia? Amara's eyes lit up - how did she have time to come over today?
As the office door opened, Amara's joy disappeared.
"Nora, what do you need?"
"Dr. Anderson, I'm not feeling well and wanted you to take a look," Nora said, sitting in a chair with a gentle smile looking at Amara.
"Sorry, my shift is over. Wait a moment..."
As Amara spoke, she went to the next office and pulled in Ivan Franklin who had just started his shift: "This is our department head. You can ask him about anything."
Nora's mouth twitched - she didn't expect Amara to do this.
"But I only want Dr. Anderson to see me."
Amara copied her expression, frowning with difficulty: "But my shift is over!"
"I worked the night shift all night, I'm so tired! I'm practically dead on my feet. I haven't slept all night. The hospital leadership wouldn't dare make me work overtime - they're afraid I'll drop dead! Nora, you wouldn't use your celebrity status to bully us ordinary working-class people at the bottom, would you?"
Stop pretending! Not as pretty as Thalia, not as good an actress as Thalia, yet always showing up in front of her - who doesn't know what she's after?
After Amara's retort, Nora's expression soured. She walked up to Amara and pulled out her phone, asking tentatively: "Then can I add you on Messenger, Dr. Anderson?"
Hearing this, Amara started patting herself down looking for her phone, searching for a while without finding it: "Where's my phone? Why can't I find it? Did I drop it? Let me go look for it."
By the time Amara came back from looking for her phone in the bathroom and taking a dump, Nora was long gone.
On her way back, passing Ivan's office, she was called in: "Found your phone?"
"Found it," Amara said, waving her phone in her hand.
"If you're going to pretend, at least make it believable. Don't you know white coat pockets are shallow? Patting your pockets looking for your phone - you think people are stupid?"
Amara: .........
"Nora, did you see Amara?" As soon as Nora got in the car, her assistant asked softly.
"I saw her, but Amara doesn't like me."
"Amara's just a doctor, why is she so stuck-up?"
A doctor alone wouldn't be worth being stuck-up about, but with William as her brother, she had the right to be proud.
She'd gone through all this trouble to find her - wasn't it all for William?
And judging by Amara's reaction, she wasn't the first.
And wouldn't be the last.
Thalia went to the set at noon. The stylist was picking out clothes for her. When a red dress was held up in front of her, Thalia's eyes lit up.
"This outfit - Aaron specifically said this scene must be filmed well. He thinks this scene will definitely go viral."
Seeing Thalia's eyes light up, the stylist explained.
"Thalia, last night in the Messenger group they said you got hurt, almost got killed. Is it true?"
Thalia looked at the stylist through the mirror and asked with a faint smile: "What do you think?"
"I think it's fake!" The stylist had only heard rumors. Having spent time with Thalia, she knew she didn't like people chatting too much about things she didn't want to discuss, so she shut up.
Because today's styling was complicated and time-consuming, Gregory had finished filming his scenes but Thalia's makeup and styling still weren't done. To save time, Aaron called in another stylist to help. Just the hair accessories alone took several hours.
When Thalia appeared in the red outfit, everyone on set was stunned.
Using "breathtakingly beautiful" to describe Thalia's beauty would be disrespectful to her - any words seemed inadequate in her presence. Aaron was known in the industry for his impeccable taste.
But Aaron was demanding - not just anyone could catch his eye.
"Thalia, this outfit you're wearing was specially custom-made by a master craftsman I found. This master usually only makes costumes for stage productions."
"You have good taste."
"After we finish shooting, you and Gregory should do another set of promotional photos."
Hearing this, Thalia noticed that Gregory was wearing a black and red suit today - they were in matching outfits.
By the time they finished filming the scenes in this outfit, it was past 9 PM. Aaron had arranged for the promotional photos in a temporary studio set up by the crew. Thalia and Gregory sat side by side, their clothes intertwining, full of ambiguity, a silent tension unfolding in the photos.
"Change positions. When Gregory looks at Thalia, there should be that kind of restrained, controlled love in his eyes."
"Perfect."
When Thalia went over to look, lifting her dress, the photographer pointed at Gregory's expression and told her: "Gregory's really got it - that look, so much unrequited love."
Hearing this, Luca glanced at Gregory - this wasn't acting, this was real!
Too bad Thalia didn't understand the meaning, couldn't see Gregory's feelings for her.