บท 6: Chapter Six: Car Accident
Charlotte Cooper's finger stayed there for a long time without moving.
It was really unexpected that Henry Russell could respond, and the answer was so straightforward.
Wouldn't he be afraid of his little white lotus getting angry when she saw this?
Their Instagram was soon overwhelmed.
Though not a celebrity, Henry Russell's good looks and family background gave him a pull in the entertainment circle that was comparable to up-and-coming actors. Not to mention, he also tagged her, the movie queen.
A chorus of cheers came from below.
[Blessed99, looking at their good looks, I can't wait to see their children in the future. They will be unbeatable in the entertainment circle!]
[I knew the movie queen wasn't a mistress, and it turns out she's the real wife!!]
[Those who were just yelling that Vanessa was a mistress, I ask if you feel face-slapped now!]
Charlotte casually browsed through several comments, all of which were blessings, and even her haters quieted down a lot.
Also, who would dare to curse under Henry Russell's Instagram post?
However, the appearance of several names in the mix made her mood a bit more irritable.
The public's eyes were always sharp. What was the purpose of suddenly posting their marriage certificates and announcing the news after one rumor after another?
She grabbed her phone and let herself lie on the sofa in the living room.
When the assistant walked in, she saw her with one hand on her forehead and her eyes closed as if she was taking a break.
Hearing footsteps, the person on the sofa suddenly opened her eyes, looked at the visitor, and her eyes cleared.
The maid gave her a respectful nod and then withdrew.
"Genna, haven't you woken up yet?"
The assistant handed her a bottle of yogurt.
Charlotte sat up, took the yogurt, and gently pried open the lid with her slender fingertips.
Ella was excitedly talking by her side, "Vanessa, you didn't see it. Instagram is about to explode. Your Dr. Russell is so helpful. Linda Davis was so arrogant just a while ago. Now I want to rush to the set immediately and see how fantastic her face will look."
"Foster said many newspapers and magazines called her for interviews."
Ella chirped on and on while Charlotte listened quietly, her mouth curling into an enigmatic smile from beginning to end without saying a word.
The shooting took place in the afternoon. Charlotte washed her face, ate, and followed Ella to the set.
No need to waste time, she was going to have her makeup done there anyway.
She was born with a beautiful face and good skin, so even when barefaced, she outshined many makeup-clad actresses.
As soon as they entered the set, they ran into Linda Davis.
Linda looked even angrier after having just fought with her agent, and seemed even more frustrated by Charlotte's arrival. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but Charlotte coldly walked past her as if she didn't see her.
"Charlotte!" Linda stomped her foot and forcefully spat out the two words.
Ella heard it and hurriedly caught up with Charlotte's pace.
"Vanessa, Linda..."
"Don't worry about her." Charlotte's eyebrows were faintly cold. She was more concerned about the afternoon's shooting than Linda.
Her acting skills were well known in the circle. She had been in the industry for years and would burn neither hot nor cold. Vanessa Foster had found many teachers for her, but her progress was slow.
Even the teachers said her acting skills shouldn't be stuck at this level. They just needed to find the right approach. If they could grasp it, then it would be a great enlightenment.
When Charlotte had time, she read acting books or talked to her seniors for experience. After all, no one wanted to be a vase.
However, the gains were minimal.
During the shoot, Linda purposely made things difficult for Charlotte.
Charlotte's acting skills were just average. Linda's performance was unconventional, and it posed difficulty for her.
After the third take, the director finally frowned.
"Charlotte, don't look so stiff on your face. And Linda, can you perform according to the script? Don't add so many gestures and expressions."
Linda quickly bowed her head and apologized, "I'm sorry, director, I just thought it was more in line with the character setting."
Charlotte simply responded with, "I understand, Director."
Although her tone was neither cold nor warm, since the advertiser designated Charlotte, and the director knew her identity, he dared not say much.
After a few hours of hard work, the afternoon shoot finally ended.
"Some people really rely on their powerful backers to do whatever they want. It's not embarrassing to take several hours to shoot a few minutes of commercials."
Linda complained to her assistant, making sure her voice wasn't too low so it could clearly reach Charlotte's ears.
Ella couldn't stand it and was about to argue, but Charlotte grabbed her hand.
She turned her head, smiled faintly, and looked at Linda, "What can I do? I am the legitimate wife of the person you call 'golden master'."
Satisfied with Linda's deflated appearance, Charlotte motioned for Ella to leave quickly while saying, "Next time you see someone who isn't even fit to carry the shoes of a wealthy lady, don't waste your breath."
Ella stifled a laugh and nodded.
The words from yesterday were thrown back at Linda, and her face turned red with anger.
Turning around, she saw a few people on set who hadn't finished work were all looking at her with interest. Her face darkened even more, and she glared at her assistant, "What are you looking at? Let's go!"
Once Charlotte and her assistant got into the caravan, they slumped down in their seats without any care for their appearance.
"Quick, tell Foster to call the director and ask him how my shooting went. If there's any trouble, they can replace Linda. I don't believe the director can't see her acting skills."
Ella carefully massaged her shoulders, "I'll tell her when we get back."
"If it doesn't work, ask the advertiser if they want her or me. She obviously doesn't act very well. Why does everyone blame me if something goes wrong? Is it because I'm more famous?"
Watching Charlotte complain, the assistant couldn't hold back her laughter.
"I'll let Foster negotiate with them right away," the assistant nodded repeatedly.
Charlotte finished venting and then her mood lightened up a bit.
"It was just a rash remark, but the real task is to check which magazine stirred the most trouble yesterday." Charlotte knew the relationship between celebrities and the media.
A gossip reported by several people is as good as true. The white could be changed to black just by the media's words. Charlotte understood this principle.
"When you were shooting, Foster called and told you not to worry. She's already contacted those magazines. After Dr. Russell posted that Instagram post, many people came to curry favor."
Charlotte nodded, knowing the reason in her heart.
As the two chatted, they suddenly heard the driver yell "watch out" and then felt an immense force coming from his direction.
Before Charlotte could react, she felt her assistant Ella pushing onto her, using her hands and body to protect her.
The car became deformed under pressure, and warm blood dripped onto Charlotte.
Henry Russell had just finished surgery when he heard people discussing that a major traffic accident had occurred on Changjiang Road, with several cars involved in a chain collision.
He raised his eyebrow but was about to leave when someone said,
"I heard a celebrity is in one of the cars, it seems like it's the recently popular Charlotte!"
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