Chapter 192

“You-you...”

She fixed her gaze on Nell whose cold eyes, as deep as an abyss, harbored a terrifying force that was capable of sucking her in.

“Cut!”

A male voice was heard.

Tim stood up from behind the lens and frowned at Celine. He asked, “What’s going on with you? You kept stuttering on “you’. Can’t you remember a simple line?”

Celine snapped out of the trance.

She stared at Nell in shock as the latter straightened her back and calmly brushed her sleeve with an indifferent look on her face.

Celine’s chest tightened.

Gritting her teeth, she hid the furious glint in her eyes and solemnly answered, “I’m sorry, Director Coombs, I suddenly felt under the weather. It was on the tip of my tongue. Let’s do it again!”

The furrow between Tim’s eyes reflected his annoyance.

Nevertheless, he had the cameras rolling again without a word.

Nell and entourage retreated to their positions and restarted the entire process.

Outside, the media here on an on-the-scene interview had set up their cameras and captured every angle of the shoot.

People were murmuring in a discussion. “I heard that the female lead is played by a newbie. I thought she’d be a rookie but man, the girl got skills.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty good and adept whether in her lines or eyes displacement. I’d have thought she’s an experienced actress!”

“In comparison, the Hundred Flowers award-winning film star is disappointing to say the least!”

“Don’t jump into conclusion. This is only the first take. It’s not like any actors can go on without bloopers. She might do better in the next round.”

“Yes, didn’t she explain she wasn’t feeling well? Look, she looks rather pale. Maybe she’s forcing herself to go even when she’s sick! Let’s not be too harsh on her.”

The murmurs of onlookers went straight into the ears of the media.

They exchanged glances without exchanging a word but had taken these words to heart.

On the other side, Nell reentered the palace and drew near Celine.

She leaned in to grab Celine by the chin. Her facial muscles were tense, her sharp eyes darted a chilling stare, and her lips curled a vague taunt.

With her presence commanding the room, a single frown or gaze was capable of giving a biting cold illusion.

“You’re less than a dog. Do you think I’ll be interested in a pitiful dog? Hmm?”

Celine clenched her fist in secret.

A sharp pain traversed from her fingertips as she was forced to lift her head and face those chilling eyes.

It was a sudden feeling as though she fell in a wormhole as the shrouding coldness sent shivering chills straight into her bones.

Taking a gulp, she stumbled over her words.

“You-you say you have no interest yet here you are.”

“Cut!”

Tim’s voice was heard again.

He tried to keep his cool and suppressed the irritation within before turning to Celine. “Your emotions aren’t quite there. Remember, you may be an ousted empress but you still have your dignity in the face of the enemy who dethroned you!

“You were acting like a palace maid kind of doormat in your earlier performance. Carry yourself with dignity, do you understand?”

Celine’s complexion turned sullen.

However, she nodded in response.

“Again!”

“You’re less than a dog. Do you think I’ll be interested in a pitiful dog? Hmm?”

“You say you have no interest yet here you are.”

“Cut!”

Speechless, Tim stood up from behind the camera and pointed at Celine. “Are you trying to take the new empress head-on? You’re a defenseless ousted empress whose life is hanging by a thread. You can’t be talking to her without fear for your life.”

Celine was blue in the face.

Unable to hold her tongue, she rebuked. “You told me to have some dignity.”

Tim went ballistic at her excuse.

“I told you to have some dignity, not rush to your death like a suicide squad!”

“You!”

Celine had never succumbed to such treatment since her debut. She was embarrassed in the presence of various entertainment media.

Someone whispered in Tim’s ear in an act of persuasion.

“Director Coombs, calm down. This scene is a little difficult for Celine to get into character. Give her another chance, she’ll do well.”

Tim impatiently refuted. “Difficult? How difficult is it? A newbie can do well but she can’t? Isn’t it embarrassing?”

Celine could feel her cheeks burning and her face unfolding in multiple shades of color.

Nevertheless, she could not lose it in front of the media and came across a stuck-up snob.

It took her awhile to contain her bubbling anger before she replied in a kindly manner, “I’m really sorry. I could’ve done better. Let’s try again!”

Tim took a glance at her. In the end, he called for a retake with a stiffened face.

However, the frustration must have gone to her head as Celine was all over the place today.

She barely made it through the first few lines when she got tongue-tied the moment it was time to reveal the emperor to be the real perpetrator.

Celine had the feeling that there was something hidden in Nell’s eyes, something poisonous.

Her body was thrown in the cold when their gaze met. The struggle prior to death and the words that were supposed to leave her lips seemed to be stuck in her throat, unable to slip out.

Spoiled by the President Chapter 191 Cliche Plot Wrong Ride, Right Lover Chapter 1980 Celine was a bundle of nerves.

Nell, on the other hand, remained composed in comparison.

She stared down at Celine in a rather calm but imposing manner. Even without making any gesture, that exquisite and distant face conveyed an assertive bearing through her eyes. It was a hair-raising performance.

Tim knew that there was no point in continuing the shoot today.

In the end, he shouted for a recess. They were to resume in the afternoon.

This scene was not able to be completed.

Celine was filled with resentment and frustration.

She wanted to excel in the face of the media today but ended up a laughing stock.

After the shoot was over, the reporters who were waiting at the side jumped in for an interview.

“Celine Jennings, we noticed that you had multiple retakes. Is there any reason behind the bloopers?”

“Celine, you stammered on your words, did you forget your lines?”

“Celine, you’ve earned a title for your dedication to your work, yet you weren’t able to remember your lines. Was the dedication trait a public persona created by your company?”

“Celine Jennings, Nell, who played your counterpart seemed to be doing well while you experienced bloopers. What are your thoughts on this?”

It was not just Celine who was bombarded by reporters. Nell was no exception as well.

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