At this moment, the expressions of the two were quite subtle.
Hamish looked sullen, while Finn had a smug smile with a hint of provocation.
In contrast to Hamish’s dark and unapproachable attire, Finn appeared much more ostentatious, wearing a red shirt and sunglasses, exuding an air of self-importance, not looking at anyone, but unconsciously searching for “Aoife’s” figure as soon as he entered.
The two attracted too much attention as soon as they came in, drawing the eyes of everyone. They were among the top in the entertainment industry, comparable to Louis, each with a completely different style and appearance, each with its own merits.
Hamish hadn’t changed much since the last time they met, still with his long, almond-shaped eyes that pierced through people, his eyes as dark as a hawk’s, his high and straight nose, and slightly bloodless lips pressed together.
He had tried his best to suppress the cold aura around him, but still made people unwilling to come close and look directly at him.
The two were welcomed by the director and the producer, and although there were no spotlights around, they outshone any, like stars surrounded by the moon.
Hamish and Finn almost instantly spotted Elisa’s location.
They saw her standing with a man, his hand intimately resting on her shoulder.
Looking from the entrance, only Elisa’s profile could be seen, dressed in a red military uniform, her long hair tied in a high ponytail. Her face was originally very fair, but now it glowed in the sunlight, setting off her big, bright black eyes.
Finn’s mood became very complicated; it had been a long time since he had seen “Aoife.” He could hardly recognize her.
More than a year could completely change a person, enough to make you not recognize them.
Finn could only repeatedly confirm in his mind that this was indeed Aoife; she had become like “Elisa” only because of the time they had spent together, shaping her appearance.
Finn’s gaze almost stuck to Elisa’s body. He examined her with his sunglasses, slowly sketching out Elisa’s features as he approached.
Elisa felt a chill, as if she were being publicly stripped of her clothes. Subconsciously, she moved behind Osvaldo to avoid those two penetrating gazes.
Finn’s brazen gaze suddenly stopped.
Hamish really wanted to blind Finn’s eyes right here. But due to the crowd and Elisa’s presence, he didn’t want her to witness his brutality, in case it brought back any unpleasant memories. So, he simply uttered two words casually, “Disgusting.”
Finn clicked his tongue and glanced at Hamish, who stood two meters away. “Mr. Burns, shouldn’t you be at home mourning your late wife? How come you have the leisure to come here? Have you taken a liking to this former stand-in I prepared for you before? Do you feel better having a stand-in?”
Although Finn’s words were plain and calm, every word was a stab at Hamish.
No one understood Hamish better than him. After all, they had been each other’s enemies for more than ten years. He had wished for Hamish’s death since childhood.
Your greatest understanding in this world comes not from your friends but from your enemies.
Hamish’s most painful scar was the death of Elisa.
Finn’s greatest joy was to occasionally reopen that wound and pour in a little salt.
Every time he could see Hamish’s reddened eyes, but not this time.
Hamish restrained his gaze upon Elisa. He couldn’t be as brazen as Finn, partly because he was afraid that Elisa would find him more revolting, and partly because he didn’t want Finn to realize that the real Elisa had returned. Therefore, Hamish pretended not to care and said, “You’re right, having a stand-in does make one feel better. Speaking of which, this stand-in was the one you sent to my bed in the first place. Not only does she look like her, but you even gave her the same name. It must have taken quite a bit of effort and time on your part. I really should thank you.”
Finn stared at Hamish and suddenly laughed. “But didn’t you dislike her before? Why suddenly want her now?”
Hamish countered, “Didn’t you throw her away? Why are you here now?”
Yeah, why?
Hamish’s answer was, “I didn’t like her before because she didn’t look like Elisa. Now that I care, it’s because she does.”
Finn would never admit that he cared about a little village girl.
“I threw her away because you didn’t care about this stand-in. Now that I have come, it’s because you do.”
The two secretly confronted each other, but in reality, they both felt uncomfortable discussing that woman as if she werean object.
Moreover, the woman they were talking about didn’t even spare a glance at them, as if she were ignoring them like air.
Although there were quite a few people present, the atmosphere dropped to zero as the two entered.
Elisa was too far away to hear what the two were muttering, but judging from their expressions, it was obvious they were talking about her.
Finally, the atmosphere was broken by the producer.
“Mr. Burns, Mr. Snearl, please sit over here,” the producer gestured, sweating profusely on his forehead.
“We are about to shoot the scene between the female lead and the male lead…”