I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 88: Someone Is Shameless

The crowd hadn’t yet recovered from their shock when another person arrived at the film set.

The crew staff tried to stop him from entering, but it seemed that handsome guys had special privileges.

Nathan Firth winked at the crew staff, with his eyes vast like the stars, reflecting only your silhouette, coupled with that gentle smile, who could resist?

The crew member was so flustered they stuttered, "Uh, who are you looking for?"

Nathan Firth smiled warmly and said, "I’m a fan of Miss Sutton. I specifically came to watch her film today, and I promise not to do anything disruptive."

The crew member’s mind was in turmoil, debating whether or not to let the handsome guy in.

However, Nathan Firth didn’t bother waiting; after speaking, he bypassed her and walked in.

The first scene filmed was of Demon Princess Aurelia narrowly escaping death from the Divine Realm and being rescued by her childhood friend, a guard, while recovering in a cryotherapy chamber.

Quiana Sutton emerged in new makeup and immediately saw Nathan Firth standing not far away, almost losing her composure.

What on earth was happening?!

Her uncle was one thing, but why did Nathan Firth also have to join the commotion?

Thanks to Nathan Firth being somewhat of a celebrity himself, William Parker recognized him immediately and greeted him cordially, though puzzled, "Mr. Firth, why are you here at the film set?"

Maintaining his usual elegance in front of outsiders, Nathan replied mildly, "I’m a fan of Miss Sutton. I accidentally found out she was filming here and came over out of curiosity. Don’t worry, I definitely won’t disturb you."

William Parker glanced thoughtfully at Quiana Sutton and then chuckled lightly.

"It’s fine, as long as you don’t interfere with filming, stay as long as you like."

Quiana Sutton nearly fainted.

Shouldn’t the director kick out people who interfere with shooting?

Others present felt that coming to the set today was worth it.

They’d never imagined in their lifetime to see three top-grade handsome men in one day.

Little did they know, tension among Durrell Landon, Nathan Firth, and Simon Storm was already mounting, as if passing a critical point would trigger an irreversible tsunami.

Fortunately, Nathan Firth did nothing, merely standing quietly not far away.

Once the director called action, she quickly composed herself and immersed into her role.

Joseph Grant played the female lead’s childhood friend and guard—Lazarus.

Princess Aurelia lay injured at the boundary of the Sunset Underworld, and Lazarus, who was always worried about her, sensed her presence and rushed over at top speed.

Seeing his master gravely injured on the ground, Lazarus gently picked her up, feeling that even if he died at this moment, he would have no regrets.

The director was very pleased; Joseph Grant, having acted in numerous idol dramas before, nailed the expression.

This restraint, this unfulfilled love, this connection so profound it’s soul-stirring, and that cautious touch—it felt as if he actually was Lazarus.

Princess Aurelia coughed up blood, prompting Lazarus to hurriedly but carefully send her into the healing chamber of the Demon Realm.

"Your Highness, you are gravely injured."

At this moment, as if exhausting all her strength, Princess Aurelia managed to utter a few words: "It’s fine. Help me with the medicine."

The wound through her shoulder required slightly unbuttoning her top to apply the medicine.

Joseph Grant, shaking slightly, unbuttoned her outfit, feeling inexplicably unsure if he was Lazarus or himself.

He took out the medicinal paste and even before applying it, felt several icy gazes on his back.

If looks could kill, he might have been shot through the heart already.

His hands started trembling involuntarily.

Quiana Sutton’s uncle, without a doubt, and the zealous fan who followed to the set, not to mention if he wasn’t mistaken, even Durrell Landon’s gazes were unfriendly towards him.

Help...

Thus, with acting neither exceptionally good nor bad, he ended up having this scene reshot over a dozen times.

William Parker couldn’t tolerate an actor failing repeatedly. Joseph Grant himself had approached him for this role. On one hand, he respected him; on the other, Joseph suited the character, and most importantly, his acting wasn’t too shabby. So, he had agreed.

Just now, he praised Joseph Grant, thinking his performance was quite good, only to be proven wrong so soon?

Finally losing his patience, he shouted loudly:

"Joseph Grant, it’s just applying medicine, why are you trembling? If you really have Parkinson’s, then go home and retire instead of making movies!"

Joseph Grant felt like crying.

He truly didn’t mean it, but those stares seemed to physically grip his throat, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.

Such an embarrassing matter he couldn’t even speak of, just too stifling.

Quiana Sutton knew the reason, unsure of whether to sympathize with herself or with Joseph Grant.

Holding back for a while, she finally couldn’t resist and stammered, "Young Master Grant, if you’re not feeling well today, we can shoot another day."

Hearing Quiana Sutton’s voice, Joseph Grant quickly shook his head, "No need. I just didn’t rest well last night. Give me one more chance, I promise I won’t tremble again."

William Parker remained stern, "Young Master Grant, if you still can’t handle such a simple scene, then we’ll have to replace you."

Joseph Grant took a deep breath, and as the director yelled action, he forced himself to ignore the pressing gazes and focused entirely on the wound on Princess Aurelia’s shoulder.

Joseph applied the medicine too intently, lacking the slight pain in his gaze.

Though slightly dissatisfied, the director found it much better than before.

"Cut. Next."

After William Parker called for a stop, Joseph Grant felt sweat drenching his back.

He’d never been so exhausted, not even when running marathons or being pulled into military training by his grandfather.

He collapsed directly onto the ground.

Nathan Firth couldn’t be bothered to look at Joseph Grant collapsed on the ground; instead, he focused on Simon Storm in the distance.

After pausing for a moment, he walked over to Simon Storm, his tone calm, yet with an unmistakable hint of mockery:

"If I knew uncle would come to the Capital City, I’d certainly host a great reception."

Simon Storm didn’t even look at Nathan Firth, and upon hearing this, he raised the level of sarcasm:

"I’m Eleanor Storm’s brother, and she only has one daughter, who’s Quiana. I can’t take that uncle title."

Nathan Firth didn’t mind at all, the curve of his lips widening slightly, "Whether uncle acknowledges it or not, that’s his business. Whether I show courtesy or not, that’s mine."

Simon Storm frowned slightly, "Nathan Firth, has anyone ever told you that you’re really shameless?" 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Nathan Firth slightly curled his lips. Shameless, so what? As long as he could achieve his goals, everything was expendable to him.