Doted by Many: I became the Top-Tier Celebrity!-Chapter 405 - 404: Impossible, Can’t Be Done

"The grand wedding is nothing but a facade, hiding his beloved woman away while the bridal chamber is empty. Drunkenly, the Mongian Prince invades intending to assault the third princess, but accidentally gets killed by the guards who mistake him for a traitor. With the Prince’s death, the two countries are bound to go to war, leaving the Emperor powerless. Wouldn’t that be even more perfect?"

Agnes Rivers smirked, "So, you’re a schemer, with not only a clever plan but also a cruel heart."

This is indeed a better approach.

Tiana Thorne lightly licked her lips, smiled, and said, "If forced to war, it won’t be my country to start it. With the Mongian Prince dead, His Majesty would naturally seek revenge for his son. If he attacks my country, the Emperor can’t possibly kill the third prince to apologize and avoid war, can he?"

By then, the third prince would take down The Mongian Kingdom in one fell swoop, and definitely gain the monarch’s favor. Even if the method isn’t sophisticated, a schemer only cares about the outcome.

"Miss Thorne, you should go write a script." Agnes Rivers marvelled.

Tiana Thorne curved her lips into a smile, her gaze becoming more obedient, "Reading too many political novels makes one talk nonsense, it can’t count for much."

Agnes Rivers chuckled.

If this weren’t a drama but a real event in ancient times, following her strategy, indeed, both the empire and the beauty would be seized.

"I’ll go prepare for the next scene."

With these words, Tiana Thorne turned and left.

As she passed Loomis Hughes, she glanced at him.

The man smiled at her, responding politely.

Tiana Thorne also gave a gentle smile.

Back in the dressing room, Tiana Thorne lay on the sofa, "Filming really makes my back ache."

"Can your body handle it?" May Sloane asked, her eyes full of concern.

"No problem."

May Sloane massaged her legs and said, "The next scene is the assault scene, are you prepared, Tiana?"

Tiana Thorne looked out the window, noting that the night was about to fall.

Her fox-like eyes slightly raised, speaking leisurely, "Of course, I’m prepared."

"Have you seen Loomis Hughes?"

"I’ve seen him."

"Are you disgusted?" May Sloane was considerate of her feelings.

Tiana Thorne shrugged, "If I say I’m disgusted, will we not shoot the scene? I’m an actress, I have to shoot whatever kind of scene it is."

"A hundred points to your professionalism."

Tiana Thorne narrowed her eyes slightly, her voice lowering, "However, if someone tries to make a move under the guise of filming, the results might not be as expected."

Having spent so much time with her, how could May Sloane not understand the meaning behind her words? She was stunned, taking a while before asking, "What happened?"

"Someone wants to mess with me, trying to turn the assault scene into a real one. Even if they don’t succeed, they want to humiliate me."

May Sloane exclaimed, "Oh my God!"

"If Loomis Hughes really dares to lay a hand on me, he won’t come out unscathed. I’m just wondering who might be behind instructing him."

May Sloane furrowed her brows, "Could it be Gwen Boyce?"

"There’s a good chance."

Even though Gwen Boyce has been sidelined, she’s been in the entertainment industry for so many years that there’s certainly a faction of people who still listen to her. It’s not impossible she wants revenge.

At this time, a staff member knocked on the door from outside, "Miss Thorne, are you rested? It’s time to prepare for the next scene."

"I’m ready, I’ll be out in a moment."

After that person left, May Sloane furrowed her brows deeper, "So, what are you planning to do?"

Tiana Thorne toyed with Chelsea’s fingers, her fox-like eyes filled with charm. She smiled lightly, displaying an alluring and lazy demeanor, "Just enjoy the show~"

"Alright!"

May Sloane recalled that Tiana never let herself suffer losses.

This time, it wouldn’t be any different!

An hour later, they began filming.

Tiana Thorne sat on the wedding bed, surrounded by red satin, the room lit with candles, and the abundance of fruits and nuts radiating celebration from every corner.

The maid and servant girls soon left.

Only Tiana Thorne remained in the room.

Finally marrying her dream man, she couldn’t help but smile at the corners of her mouth.

Her hands intertwined, appearing somewhat nervous.

At this point, a sound came from outside the door.

Her heart skipped a beat. Keeping her head down, her gaze was gentle, her hands clenched tighter, conveying her tension.

Without looking up, she saw a pair of black boots come into view, along with a black robe, devoid of any festive feeling.

Her breath caught, her body tightening. Raising her head, she peered through the red veil and saw a completely unfamiliar face, frowning and trying to stay calm, "Did you get the wrong room? This is the third prince’s bedchamber."

Hearing a woman’s voice, the man’s breathing grew heavier, his eyes bloodshot as he directly grabbed her shoulders.

Tiana Thorne was so horrified that her hair stood on end, angrily shouting, "What are you doing?"

"Give it to me."

Tiana Thorne’s red veil was lifted, her eyes brimming with tears as she pushed him continuously, but to no avail.

The man grew increasingly violent, tearing her red robe to reveal her shoulders.

Meanwhile, he waved his big hand, and a crew member released the lines holding the curtain, closing it so that no scenes could be seen, only the sound of struggling and fighting inside was heard.

"Let me go! I’m the third princess! Aren’t you afraid of implicating your entire family?"

The man didn’t answer, the black robe being thrown out from between the gap in the curtains.

If it weren’t for filming, this scene truly seemed like a real assault.

Tiana Thorne squinted her eyes slightly. According to the plot, she was really scared now and began to beg for mercy. At this moment, the cameraman slowly crawled up from under the bed to shoot a close-up.

Their clothes disheveled, Tiana’s lipstick smudged across her cheeks, tears flowed relentlessly, a pitiful mess.

Afterward, the cameraman turned off the camera and backed under the bed again.

Now they were about to shoot a long shot.

Loomis Hughes thought, here’s his chance.

Earlier, he only cooperated with force, but at this moment, both his hands used brute strength to clasp her wrists.

Tiana Thorne looked at him in confusion, using her eyes to tell him that there was no need for action in this part.

Loomis Hughes’s eyes were full of menace, his other hand tearing at her corset.

"I advise you to stop." Tiana Thorne was not the least bit panicked, her voice calm and icy.

The man, like a beast out of control, wouldn’t hear any words, lowering his head, trying to kiss her lips.

When he was just an inch away, Tiana Thorne issued one last warning, "Don’t think I wouldn’t scream out of concern for my reputation. If you assault me, I can accuse you of rape."

The cameraman under the bed: "..."

What was happening?

"Didn’t expect you to be so fierce. If you shout out, it’ll affect your reputation. You’ve worked so hard to reach this position; you wouldn’t dare," Loomis Hughes sneered, seemingly certain she wouldn’t shout.

"You underestimate me."

Tiana Thorne is not the kind of woman who would disregard everything for advancement.

Impossible, and she can’t do it!

When Loomis Hughes once again reached for her, she slightly furrowed her brows, the usually charming and flirtatious fox eyes turning cold and ruthless.