Chapter 1959: No Longer Daring to Cause Trouble

CEO Kingston is here!

Tess Tate couldn’t be happier; she looked at the man with shining eyes, as if seeing hope! No one would dare to bully Abby Sawyer anymore!

Angel also looked at Justin Kingston. He seemed to be looking at her, or perhaps not. That deep gaze was somewhat cold and gloomy—she couldn’t tell if it was her imagination.

In any case, his presence made her inexplicably nervous, especially since she had just thrown a fit, though he hadn’t seen it.

A guilty person inevitably feels anxious when meeting the police.

"Again! Angel, Abby Sawyer! Do your best to get it right this time!" The director’s voice was loud; he appeared calm, but inside he was flustered.

Then, he issued the command again, "Makeup artist, quickly touch up Abby Sawyer’s makeup. Angel, return to your position, and everyone, remember your lines!"

The makeup artist hurried towards Abby, "Ms. Sawyer, I’ll help you touch up." From a distance, one could feel the chill emanating from CEO Kingston.

Ouch, those two slaps made her face swell! Plus, there was a slight trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.

"Abby." Tess Tate came over, concerned and anxious, taking out a wet tissue to gently wipe away the blood from Abby’s lip corner, "It must hurt a lot, right?"

"It’s okay, I’m fine." To avoid worrying her good friend and affecting the shooting schedule, Abby Sawyer gave her a faint smile, "You quickly get out of the frame; we’re about to start shooting. Don’t make the director talk more; we’ll definitely nail it in one take this time."

"Okay, okay." Tess Tate felt distressed. With CEO Kingston here, Angel wouldn’t dare act out, but she wished she could take the slap on Abby’s behalf.

"Really, I’m fine." Abby looked at Tess Tate’s teary expression, feeling moved, and smilingly reached out to touch her head.

Justin Kingston stood by the Lamborghini not far away, hands in pockets, observing the scene. His handsome face grew somber—what happened? Why the touch-up?

Why was Tess Tate so concerned?

Abby’s long hair, hanging beside her ear, covered the slapped face, and given the distance, Justin Kingston couldn’t see the swelling.

But he could tell something was up from his brother’s expression.

Anton Miller was losing his cool; he was very angry, his face full of worry and concern, and although he was trying hard to hide it, Justin, as an older brother, still noticed.

Soon, the makeup artist exited the frame. At the director’s command, "All departments ready! In positions!"

Abby Sawyer turned and opened the car door, returning inside.

"Action!"

About three seconds later, Abby prepared her emotions and reopened the car door. As she stepped out, Angel quickly approached her, still furious but hesitating to mix personal vendettas.

"Mandy, please listen to me explain about me and Anthony..."

Slap—!

Another slap came, and although Abby was mentally prepared, she could tell this slap was much lighter.

Indeed, Angel didn’t dare act too wild in front of CEO Kingston.

"He’s my boyfriend—he’s just lost his memory. It’s because your eyes are so similar to mine that he loved you!" Angel’s voice trembled lightly, pouring out her inner sorrow and torment vividly, "But does he truly love you, or me? Aren’t you clear? You’re just my shadow!"

"Mandy, I..."

"Telma, I’ve always seen you as my best friend. I never thought I could be replaced... When he told me he might have fallen for you, did you think about my feelings at that moment?"

...

"Okay! Very good!"

Both performed this scene realistically, passing in one go. The director finally breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the god-like man standing not far away.