Two months later.

Linyang City.

"All camera positions, pay attention! Eh? Where’s the stunt double?" The director looked around, stood up, and shouted, "Don’t waste time! Hurry up the stunt double!"

The assistant also shouted across the field, "What’s the name of that new stunt double again? Heather something?"

"It’s Heather, Sister Ming."

"I don’t care what her name is, where is she? We are about to start shooting!"

"Hey—! Heather! We’re starting to shoot, hurry up and get in position, the director is getting angry!" The crew member grabbed a person passing by her.

Heather, who had already changed into a black tight outfit, turned her head and said indifferently, "Got it."

The crew member, cooled by her tone, muttered to a colleague nearby, "What’s with the attitude? I just don’t get it, she’s just a stunt double who happens to look a bit like Xiao Man, not a real superstar. Who is she trying to impress with that attitude?"

"It’s a pity for her face! Not to mention Xiao Man is already dead, even if she were alive, Heather’s face, if it hadn’t been ruined, would have been very popular in this circle. If they couldn’t afford Xiao Man, at least they could get a high-quality replica."

"Who knows whether her face was modeled after Xiao Man? I guess it’s probably a failed plastic surgery, that’s why it turned out this way."

"Stunt double! Later, you will jump from there, remember to take a gun and shoot in mid-air, and land perfectly. Perfect! Cool! Get it right in one take, got it?"

Heather stood at a position as high as the second floor, with a foam mat below, and gave them an "OK" gesture.

"Good! All camera positions, attention—Action!"

Heather sprinted a distance and when she reached the edge, she flipped down from the second floor without any safety measures, rolled over on the foam mat, and landed quite perfectly, but—

"Cut—! Stunt double! Did you understand my instructions? You should have shot backwards in mid-air."

Yet, this jump still startled many people: "-0- Although she’s a stunt double, isn’t it a bit too exaggerated to have no safety measures? What if something happens..."

"You don’t know this director, his reputation is particularly bad, always stepping over people to get ahead, he certainly wouldn’t care about a stunt double."

Heather stood up, dusted herself off, and spoke to the director with an extremely calm tone, "At this time, couldn’t you just take an extra side shot of the leading actress?"

"What do you know! Are you the director or am I the director? This is supposed to be a one-shot take, no extra shots! Do it again!"

Heather went back to her original position, someone saw her smirk coldly, not knowing what she was laughing at.

This time, she still failed to shoot mid-air.

The director immediately got angry, "Can you act or not? I’ve been telling you for so long, it’s like talking to a wall!"

"Director, aren’t you just wasting my time?" said the comfortably resting leading actress Qu Leqi who was covered with a blanket, "If she can’t do it, just replace her."

"Leqi, just wait a little longer, it will be done soon! Next take will definitely be a success!" After pacifying the leading actress, the director walked up to Heather, poking her with his finger and yelling, "Can you act or not! If you can’t, just get lost!"

The director’s finger waved in front of her face, almost touching her nose several times.

Heather suddenly grabbed the director’s wrist, displaying an unskilled but effective wrist lock. To outsiders, it seemed she hadn’t exerted much force, but the director’s painful expression said it all.

"Director, the last person who dared to poke me with a finger, his hand is already broken."