Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 111: Exotic Dance Dress

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Chapter 111: Chapter 111: Exotic Dance Dress

The dark red door was heavy and elegant, and through its crack spilled the light from within.

As she passed by, her peripheral vision caught sight of the man with a commanding presence holding something in his hands.

Maeve Lane stopped her steps and looked toward the place where Julian Fairchild was.

Miles Hughes saw Maeve Lane pause in front of Julian Fairchild’s room, opened his mouth, but the words were blocked by Maeve Lane’s "shush" gesture.

He looked puzzled, casting a bewildered glance at Maeve Lane.

Her expression was serious, her gaze focused.

Miles Hughes also peeked in to see what their young master was up to.

Julian Fairchild held an old-looking phone in his hand, occasionally swiping his fingers, seemingly browsing through something.

His eyes bore a deep, unfathomably profound look.

The same gaze he had when he taught her this evening.

But now, Julian Fairchild seemed enveloped in a faint layer of sorrow, with a large floor-to-ceiling window behind him. Amidst the dazzling lights and towering buildings, he appeared particularly lonely.

...

"You’re saying you want to shoot now?"

Director Dayne reconfirmed with Maeve Lane, "You Nged quite a lot yesterday. Have you really figured it out?"

"Yeah." Maeve Lane’s eyes were bright, "I think I know... what it feels like."

Julian Fairchild looked at her and said softly, "Then give it a try."

Director Dayne, seeing Julian Fairchild had spoken, couldn’t say much, and wasn’t expecting much from Maeve Lane’s performance, "...Alright, let’s give it a try, with the same scene as yesterday?"

"I want to try the next scene," Maeve Lane flipped through the script, rolled up the current page, and showed it to Director Dayne: "This scene marks an important turning point in the feelings between Eliza Grant and Miles Monarch. It’s when Miles Monarch starts to vaguely realize Eliza Grant’s feelings for him."

Director Dayne took the script, looked at it seriously, and said frankly: "You’re sure you want to act this? We can start with something simpler. Here, Eliza Grant’s emotions are more complex; it’s no longer just pure admiration, but there’s a lot that prevents her from speaking out, and that kind of conflicting feelings are quite challenging to grasp."

Maeve Lane’s gaze was firm: "Let’s shoot this one."

The girl’s eyes were filled with a desire to win, like a little beast being roused to fight. Julian Fairchild’s lips curved slightly, "Do as she says."

Director Dayne and Julian Fairchild were more than just director and actor; he was among the very few in the entertainment industry who knew Julian Fairchild’s family background, so he was well aware that Julian Fairchild was the largest investor in this film.

He didn’t hesitate for long and called people over to put makeup on Maeve Lane and Julian Fairchild.

Then he issued a notice, addressing the on-set staff: "Today’s originally scheduled thirty-ninth scene needs an outdoor location. Everyone spread the word, we’ll officially start in half an hour."

The crew worked busily and efficiently.

This scene was one of the few in which Maeve Lane wore a dress.

In the original novel, to ascertain if The Duke and Marquis had sworn allegiance to Rhavan, Miles Monarch had Eliza Grant go explore.

During her investigation, Eliza Grant learned that The Duke and Marquis’s greatest hobby was collecting and raising exceptionally beautiful exotic dancers at his estate.

She took the risk to wear a dress and infiltrated The Duke’s Estate.

Finally, she cooperated inside and out with Miles Monarch and obtained incriminating evidence against The Duke and Marquis.

And at that critical moment, because the situation was urgent, Eliza Grant didn’t have time to change back to men’s clothing.

She was seen by Miles Monarch, who came to meet her, in her stunning attire that could enchant a whole nation.

Maeve Lane now donned an exotic style dance dress, revealing her slender waist, collarbone, and the golden bells on her waist tinkled enticingly as she moved.