CHAPTER 264: CHAPTER 265: FIGHTING THE SCHEMING BITCH (1)

Seeing Irene Spencer injured, everyone immediately gathered around her.

She was the lead actress. If she got injured, it would definitely affect the progress of filming. A small part of this movie had already been shot. However, due to the replacement of the actress for the supporting role, all her scenes had to be re-shot. Combined with the script’s complexity, the workload was undeniably heavy.

"Doctor!"

Director Wilton instantly called out loudly for a doctor, while several staff members also gathered around, displaying their concern.

The doctor quickly came over and checked Irene’s injury. Vera Wave, who had been pushed to the outskirts of the crowd, approached with an apologetic expression.

"Miss Spencer, I am really sorry. I didn’t mean to."

Anabel Wilton, the assistant, unhappily retorted, "Didn’t mean to? Can’t a grown person watch where they’re going?"

"Lucy Clark!" Irene stopped her assistant. With a relaxed smile directed at Vera, she said, "I don’t think it’s a big deal."

"How is she?" Director Wilton immediately asked the doctor.

"Nothing serious, just a slight abrasion." The doctor gently moved Irene’s ankle. "Miss Spencer, does it hurt?"

"It’s nothing, it’s nothing, it doesn’t hurt." Irene quickly waved her hand, her expression magnanimous. "Everyone, don’t be so tense. Someone just stepped on my foot, that’s all."

Although her words were magnanimous, a hint of smugness flashed in her eyes.

Now this little girl should realize who exactly is the lead actress on this set.

After the doctor sprayed some Aurich White Mist on it, Irene stood up.

"Come on, let’s continue shooting."

"Miss Spencer, I’m truly sorry." Seeing Irene’s magnanimity, Vera Wave felt even more embarrassed and added, "I’ll be more careful next time."

"No worries, don’t be tense!" Irene patted her shoulder. "I’m older than you, so just call me Sister Irene. We’re all part of the same team here; no need to be so formal with ’Miss Spencer’ all the time."

With Irene’s superb acting skills, Vera couldn’t discern that it was all an act and returned a sweet smile.

"Alright, thank you, Sister Irene."

Catching her smile, a flicker of coldness crossed Irene’s eyes.

Humph! That little chit, still trying to compete with me?

"All departments, get ready! Retake!"

At the director’s command, everyone started shooting again.

This time, Irene acted with even more vigor, fully leveraging her experience to secure the optimal camera angles.

From afar, Director Wilton watched the two perform, his brows furrowing slowly.

"Cut!"

Vera, lacking experience, didn’t realize she was being upstaged. She was so engrossed in her acting that she only stopped in confusion when she heard the director’s voice.

"Director, did I do something wrong?"

Director Wilton glanced at Irene and cleared his throat.

"Adjust the lighting a bit. Vera, stand a little more to the left; the shot looks awkward from this angle."

The director knew perfectly well that Irene was upstaging her co-star. However, such things were quite commonplace among actors. What was the entertainment industry, after all? Only a few could stand at the top of the pyramid. Who would be willing to settle for mediocrity? Audiences see the final movie and the acting. But during actual filming, which actor doesn’t give their absolute all? Especially actresses—who wouldn’t want to snag the best camera position and present her most beautiful side? This sort of matter was better understood than explicitly stated. Even as a director, he could only consider the film’s aesthetics and overall effect; he couldn’t meddle in the actors’ competition for the limelight.

Hence, even though Director Wilton noticed, he could only blame it on the lighting and take the opportunity to give Vera a subtle reminder.