Kim noticed and casually tapped the table with his finger. “I don’t know much about being a celebrity, but I do know about taking care of your health. Shooting all morning can be exhausting, so you need to replenish your energy.”
Maria rolled her eyes and continued to resist the temptation.
“How about just taking a sip secretly? I’ll cover for you so that your agent won’t see it. What do you say?” Kim whispered.
“Okay then.” Maria reached out and took the juice from him, looking at Kim before drinking a big gulp of it.
The sweet taste instantly made Maria feel better, and she smiled contentedly.
As Maria leaned in closer, Kim saw her soft long hair that had been dyed back to chestnut brown for the ad campaign falling smoothly on her shoulders.
Kim looked at her with gentler eyes now.
Soon enough, her agent brought lunch back. Because she was trying to lose weight, Maria only ate a few bites before returning to filming again.
At the beginning of filming this time around, Maria joked with Kim if he wanted to make a cameo appearance but was rejected by him as expected.
This scene involved many extras and was quite large-scale. However, an unexpected incident happened during its final stages: an old lady who had been standing on the side of the street suddenly fell down in pain causing everyone present there to panic.
The old lady’s breathing became rapid while her body trembled uncontrollably.
“What’s going on?” Maria rushed over but also felt somewhat lost.
Kim walked through the crowd calmly towards them; compared with others’ panic-stricken reactions, he appeared much more composed than them all.
He squatted down beside her and checked her pulse before saying gravely, “She’s having a heart attack.”
“What should we do?” asked an anxious Maria.
For some reason when she looked at this elderly woman in front of them now, it reminded her suddenly of her own grandmother…
“Call an ambulance quickly,” said Kim heavily as he started performing CPR on the old lady right away while speaking those words out loud too.
Upon hearing what he said, Maria immediately dialed 911; not only did she feel nervous herself, but everyone else present there seemed equally worried too which made everything seem even more tense than ever before!
Soon enough though, the ambulance arrived, and doctors lifted up the elderly woman onto the stretcher.
“She’ll be okay, right?” asked an anxious-looking Maria.
The doctor smiled reassuringly, “Thanks goodness we got here just in time! She is fine now, but we still need take this elderly lady into hospital for further examination.”
Only then did Maria breathe out finally feeling relieved. Looking at Kim, she felt admiration welling up inside herself, “Thank goodness for you! Otherwise, this madam would have been really dangerous!”
Kim raised his lips slightly, “Saving lives and helping the wounded is the duty of every doctor, and I am no exception.”
…
“Florence!”
Peter stormed into the house and bellowed as soon as he entered the living room.
Since that incident last time, Patrick had left a backup plan. After Patrick and Jane returned from their old house, Patrick had Morton investigate everything about the hotel. Then he went to find the journalist who was in cahoots with Florence from that newspaper last time.
He asked all about it and recorded everything on a tape recorder. Afterward, he even went to find Peter at the Doyle Group and played back all of the recordings in front of him.
Peter was stunned on site and felt somewhat ashamed.
“I hope Mr. Doyle can discipline his sister well in the future so she won’t use these despicable methods again. It’s best if she doesn’t come to bother me or Jane anymore; otherwise, if I catch her next time, it won’t just be a warning.” This was Patrick’s final word before leaving the Doyle Group.
Peter looked at the discarded tape recorder on his desk with anxiety creeping up inside him.
So as soon as he came home, he couldn’t help but question Florence about it.
Florence heard Peter’s voice coming from outside while she was still leisurely walking out of her bathroom into their living room. She saw her brother’s face darken considerably when she arrived there but didn’t understand why, “Brother? What happened?”
Peter couldn’t contain his anger when he saw Florence. He had clearly agreed Florence that he would pursue Jane, even though he didn’t want to or feel inclined to do so. But he never expected that Florence would go to the extent of drugging and conspiring against Jane just to prevent Jane and Patrick from being together!
It was truly disappointing for him!
“Why did you do this?!” His anger boiled over uncontrollably now; his usual gentle demeanor completely gone at this moment.
“I’ve already promised you that I’ll pursue Jane myself. Why did you have to conspire against her with other people like this?! Why did you have to drug her water bottle?! If someone hadn’t told me about your schemes, I wouldn’t have believed my own sister could stoop so low!”
Right now, Peter felt absolutely enraged beyond words. Looking at Florence, his eyes were filled only with disdainful mockery. How could anyone blame him for feeling so disappointed right now?
He never thought one day his most beloved sister would become like this, so unbearable and paranoid.
He felt like an utter failure for letting down their mother’s wishes…
Florence, on the other hand, had a calm expression on her face. A fleeting hint of mockery passed through her eyes. She didn’t understand why Peter was so angry. Was it because of her?
No, he simply hadn’t found someone he truly liked, so he couldn’t understand her.
Her brother was always too kind, too indecisive. People like him rarely achieve anything significant.
“So what? Why are you so angry? You didn’t even get any good shots in the end,” Florence asked lightly as if it hadn’t affected her at all. Peter looked at her incredulously, even momentarily stunned before his anger flared up again.
“You’re saying we didn’t get anything?! You’re still regretful? Patrick came to the company today. Do you know how big of a deal it would be if we got negative news about Jane? Do you know what Patrick would do?! Our family and our father’s company will go down with you! And that French guy you brought in is from European royalty. Do you know what will happen if we offend them? You don’t know anything!”
Peter was completely furious now. He even had the feeling that he couldn’t make Florence see reason no matter how much he scolded her.
Florence’s calmness contrasted sharply with Peter’s rage; she seemed indifferent to everything.
She shrugged helplessly and sat down on the sofa, looking at Peter with some resignation.
“Why are you so worked up over nothing?” she said. “Even if they find out, so what? Jane isn’t worthy of being with Patrick anyway; she’s just a country bumpkin who got lucky.”
“And besides… you believe that guy is from European royalty just because he says so? He’s just some idiot who popped out of nowhere and believes everything I say without question.”
“Anyway… there’s nothing to worry about. Just hurry up and win Jane over already! That way, I’ll have something else to worry about.”