[“Star Entertainment CEO Jane Personally Directs Script! Supervises Set for Eight Hours a Day!”]
Now, Jane was indeed a prominent figure in the news. Finding information about her was too easy, especially since, on the first page of the search engine, rumors about her and Osborn occupied a whopping eighty percent. Erica wrinkled her brow, focusing intently on the news. Jane’s pictures on the set were vivid on the webpage, and her smile made Erica feel uncomfortable and even more resentful.
Jane, why did she have everything Erica couldn’t get, especially Osborn? She was determined to get rid of this thorn in her side!
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“Alright, everyone, you’ve worked hard today. Finish up and go rest well at home.”
Jane had been observing the progress on the set. She only stood up after seeing the director nod slightly and checked the replay inside the camera. Once she confirmed everything was fine, she spoke like this.
The actors, feeling relieved, returned to the rest area to tidy up their belongings. Maria also came over to greet her.
“CEO, um… I’ll be leaving now.”
There was no scene with Osborn this afternoon, so he didn’t appear on set, which also relieved Jane. Since Osborn’s statement caused such a public outcry online, she felt a bit awkward and hadn’t had a serious conversation with him for several days, except on set. Their private conversations had been few and far between.
As Jane came back to her senses, she smiled at Maria. The progress of this young girl on the set had been noticeable lately; given time, she would surely become an outstanding talent.
“Well, go home and rest well. You’ve worked hard today.”
As actors left one after another, Jane also sighed in relief. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she stood up from the chair and stretched lazily.
It was time for her to go home and rest.
Early the next morning, after Jane had just finished washing up and was about to put on her coat to head to the set, her phone, placed on the shoe cabinet, started ringing.
“Hello?”
Jane picked up her phone as she slipped into her shoes. “Do you have time tonight? How about going out for dinner?”
It was Patrick’s voice.
“Patrick?” Jane was a bit puzzled and glanced at her watch; it wasn’t quite time to start working. “Why are you calling me at this hour?”
“Is it not okay?” The man’s voice sounded cheerful.
Jane couldn’t help but smile, but when she thought about the dinner invitation, she hesitated a bit.
Wouldn’t Candice become suspicious if they met privately? “It’s just – I’m thinking, wouldn’t Candice suspect something if you call me at this time to go out for dinner tonight? What if she finds out we’re meeting privately? What should we do?”
“Candice…” Patrick’s voice was low, with a hint of helplessness. He and Jane were a couple, yet their situation felt like they were having an affair. “It’s fine; she trusts me a lot now, and she won’t cling to me all the time. Instead, she seems troubled, probably thinking about what I told her regarding the business plan last time.”
“If you’re free tonight, let’s have dinner at Wisteria Restaurant. I’ve already booked a table. She won’t see you, and we can have some private time. It should be fine.”
Seeing that Patrick had everything planned out, Jane thought about it and found his reasoning sound. She agreed, “Sure, that works. Today, I have an evening shoot, and if you arrive early, just wait for me a bit.”
“Great.” Patrick’s voice softened, carrying a touch of warmth.
When Jane arrived at the set, Osborn was already rehearsing lines with the co-actor. Everyone greeted Jane when they saw her, and even Osborn, upon hearing someone call Jane’s name, turned to look. He smiled at her, but his lips moved without saying anything.
He admitted that saying he would pursue Jane in front of the reporters was intentional, an attempt to fight for her. It was human nature. However, Jane’s recent attitude made it challenging for him to figure out how to communicate. Eventually, he could only respond with a smile.
“Everyone, you’ve worked hard. After finishing the shoot, come have a bubble tea during the break,” Jane said as she held two bags of packaged bubble tea, specially bought by her.
During the mid-shoot break when Jane distributed the bubble tea, she walked up to Osborn, handed him a cup, and said, “Have a drink; it’s sugar-free, good for maintaining your figure.”
Osborn looked up, smiled, took the bubble tea, and said, “Thanks.”
Jane smiled, turned to leave, but Osborn stopped her.
“Anything else?”
“… I’m sorry,” Osborn hesitated for a moment, then said to Jane, “For what I said during the interview in front of the reporters. I was wrong, didn’t consider your feelings. I apologize.”
Jane was stunned for a moment, her gaze somewhat unnatural, but she quickly let it go and waved her hand. “I was a bit angry, but the PR department has already smoothed things over. Still, please don’t say anything that might be misunderstood in front of the media in the future. It would be troublesome for me.”
“Okay.” Osborn nodded slightly, and his fingers, hanging by his side, curled up slightly. After some contemplation, he still voiced the question that had been stuck in his throat, “So, are we still good friends?”
“Yeah.”
Hearing Jane’s response, Osborn finally felt relieved.
On the other hand, Erica had been thinking about how to get close to Jane. It could be said that she had reached the point of madness. Wasn’t it only if Jane died that the Terry family could return to its former state? Osborn, would he also pay more attention to her?
No, Jane must die!
Erica sat up from the bed. With Gregory at the company and only the maid at home, she quietly went downstairs. Seeing the maid washing dishes in the dining room, she entered the storage room on the ground floor.
She remembered seeing her father’s short hunting rifle in this room. He mentioned last month that this rifle was still usable. Now was the perfect opportunity.
She found the rifle in an iron box. The magazine was still intact. Erica took it out quietly, placed it in her coat pocket, and told the maid, “I’m going out to clear my mind and buy some food. I’ll be back soon.”
Hearing this, the maid walked out of the dining room, looking worried. Erica shook her head and smiled, “I really am fine; don’t worry. I won’t cause any more trouble.”