Chapter 1957: Angel Still Went Through with It

In the large dressing room, all the actors with roles today have arrived. Makeup artists are applying makeup and styling hair for everyone... Everything is in a calm and harmonious state.

"We’re filming outdoors today, so everyone make sure to apply more sunscreen! Choose according to your skin tone!"

"The UV rays are starting to get stronger lately, probably going to get tanned."

"I brought a sun-protective shirt～"

About half an hour later, downstairs at a certain hotel, outside the grand and magnificent doors, the crew was ready.

A white sedan slowly drove towards the designated position specified by the director.

Abby Sawyer was driving the car. She followed the director’s instructions on the speed, perfectly portraying the emotions of wanting to explain things to a friend while feeling heartbroken inside.

The photographer in the passenger seat filming was mesmerized by this woman’s skin, like a porcelain doll, skin as white as snow must have been meant to describe her.

Angel stepped out of the lobby wearing high heels. In the warm sunlight, she stood in the position the director had specified for her.

The white sedan came to a stop, Abby Sawyer unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door to get out, both feet barely getting to the ground.

Angel, full of rage, quickly twisted her waist and came over, raising her hand to deliver a hard slap across Abby’s face!

Abby’s face was turned by the slap and it burned with pain!

Everyone held their breath!

Not far away, Anton Miller stared coldly at this damn woman, his dark eyes deep and gloomy. This was not how the scene was supposed to go!

"Angel, what are you doing?" the director called for a stop, "You were too quick! She hasn’t even said her lines yet!"

Abby Sawyer bit her lip, lifted her eyes with her red, swollen cheeks, her icy gaze falling on Angel’s face. Angel was slightly shaken by her look.

But then, a hint of pride appeared in her eyes, and when she turned to the director, she feigned innocence, "I’m sorry, director, I got into character a bit early, and so strongly, that when I saw her getting out of the car, I completely saw her as a rival."

After speaking, she looked back at Abby Sawyer apologetically, "Sorry, Abby, I really didn’t mean it, shall we take it again?"

Abby Sawyer and Angel exchanged glances, everyone knew if it was intentional or not!

Abby said nothing, her cheek was quite red and swollen from the slap.

"Retake, retake!" the director ordered, "Makeup artist, touch up Abby Sawyer’s makeup!"

A makeup artist hurried to Abby’s side, Angel stepped aside. The makeup artist, holding a powder puff, was at a loss, "Oh no, the makeup is all smudged." That pretty face was slapped very red.

Abby said nothing, she appeared very calm.

The makeup artist used foundation to cover the redness and swelling and quickly retouched her makeup.

"Alright, Abby Sawyer, get in the car, Angel, come over! We’ll shoot from the moment the car stops!" The director commanded, "Let’s try to get it right in one take!" He didn’t want to offend Anton Miller.

At the moment, Anton’s face was extremely unpleasant!

Angel quietly smirked at Abby Sawyer and then turned, striding back into the lobby.

Her overconfidence was caught by Anton Miller, but she didn’t feel the cold, sharp gaze from Anton Miller who would have liked to slap her to death!

Jerry Garcia, standing beside him, could feel the chill emanating from Anton.

Abby Sawyer turned back to the driver’s seat, her eyes held a cold, determined look, as if an obstinate spirit exuded from her bones. She could endure a lot of things, but that didn’t mean she was weak.

She must ensure that a retake wouldn’t be needed because of her own actions.