Chapter 1967: Anton Ford’s Revenge

"Thank you, director."

Listening to the director’s praise for Abby Sawyer, Angel felt uncomfortable inside. Why did the director’s attitude towards Abby Sawyer change so drastically after CEO Kingston came?

But soon it was her turn to act, so she didn’t think too much about it.

Finally, she was going to have a more intimate interaction with Anton Ford! The director was old, and she was just acting at the moment. If she could marry Anton Ford, it would be like marrying into the Kingston family.

"Scene two, Anton, Angel, you two get ready!"

The classical and melodious music still echoed in the air. This was a high-profile charity banquet, and in the plot, Sihan was hosting an event at his private villa, entertaining friends from all walks of life who contributed to charity, all of whom were people of significant status.

Among these people, of course, was his fiancée, Mandy Jennings.

"Anton, you must reach out from the left to hold her waist. Angel, you should try to toss your hair; this will make the slow-motion shot look more beautiful. Your high heels need to twist naturally, but make sure not to hurt yourself, so as not to affect future filming."

Angel nodded, "Okay." She was already looking forward to it, having played the entire plot out in her mind.

Anton Miller seemed quite composed; he just listened and didn’t say anything.

"Alright, action!" The director ordered, quickly stepping out of the frame.

The photographers surrounded and filmed from various angles.

Sihan, who was answering the phone, stopped by the swimming pool. With one hand in his pocket, he exuded an unmatched charisma with every gesture.

He certainly had the aura of a leading man.

Mandy Jennings walked towards him with a smile of joy, "Sihan, so this is where you are?" as if she had been looking for him for a long time.

Sihan just hung up the phone, and at the sound, he glanced sideways at her.

Mandy stood beside him, positioned exactly where the director had instructed, less than half a meter away from Anton Ford when she naturally twisted her ankle as she took her position.

"Ah—!"

Thrown off balance, she leaned backward trustingly!

Her facial expression was well-maintained, showing no panic or grimace.

She also lifted her hair as the director advised, knowing that Anton Ford would reach out to hold her waist, staging a scene of hero saving the damsel.

Just as the director thought this twist of the ankle was fine and believed they could get it in one take, Anton Miller stood still, indifferent!

"Ah—!"

Splash—!

The leading actress, Angel, fell into the icy swimming pool! The massive splash reached other extras around!

"Ah!" The shock made everyone take a step back. This scene was unexpected for everyone except Anton Miller.

The director’s eyes widened in astonishment!

All the staff were stunned!

Abby Sawyer and Mason Hayes also turned, holding their wine glasses, looking at the scene in disbelief! Did they change the script?

"Ah! Help! I can’t swim! I can’t swim! I can’t swim! Save me!!" Angel flailed helplessly in the water, struggling and screaming in panic, her body bobbing up and down.

A staff member quickly reacted, jumping in to pull her out! They couldn’t have someone dying on set!

The director glanced at Anton Miller, then at Angel, unable to get angry but utterly confused as to why Anton Ford didn’t even reach out a hand??

This wasn’t a case of reaching but failing to catch; it was that he didn’t reach out at all!

He walked up to Anton Miller, "What’s going on? Anton? Did you forget the script?"

Anton Miller looked calmly at the director, "I didn’t forget."

"Then... was the lighting too bright? Did it dazzle you?" the director asked again, "Did you not see clearly?" This reason was far-fetched.

He shook his head, "No, that’s not it either."

"Then... was it intentional?" the director speculated, still voicing the question.