Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 201 - 178: Mango Allergy

They had already walked indoors; as soon as Maeve Lane came in, she met Summer Ainsworth’s gaze.

Her eyes flickered, and she guiltily looked away.

Maeve found it strange, but didn’t think much of it.

"...But at that moment I saw you, it felt like heaven was telling me, just as I was about to give up," Sarah Sutton switched to a mature tone, mimicking: "Seeing how hard you’ve been working, I’ll give you a great gift, a perfect period for your career."

Maeve was amused, her eyes curved in a smile, "Am I really that good?"

Sarah leaned on her shoulder, laughing, "Of course, look, heaven rewards those who work hard. We’ve finally gotten a play, and I have a feeling, ’Rivers and Mountains as Usual’ will be the official start of your acting career. In the end, we will ride the waves to the top and meet at the peak!"

Her voice wasn’t deliberately lowered; Summer and her assistant Lewis, Agent Gibbs, and some of the crew members were all in the room.

After hearing this, Summer paused in the middle of fixing her bangs, feeling a bit stiff.

The road to Maeve’s fame was built on her popularity!

Luckily, she no longer had to worry about such a day coming.

"Did you get the mangoes I asked you to bring?"

Lewis’s phone chimed with a message.

He looked at Summer curiously, but the woman in front of him gave him no glance, instead looking at her phone, waiting for his reply.

Lewis found it odd.

Why communicate through messages when they’re right in front of each other?

But he worked for Summer Ainsworth, so it wasn’t his place to say anything; this little diva’s temper was not something just anyone could handle.

"Got them." He sent the message.

Summer smiled in satisfaction, her gaze falling on Maeve resting on the side.

From this angle, she could see Maeve’s petite, fair chin as she lay down.

Even from this unflattering angle, she looked annoyingly beautiful.

Summer felt somewhat relieved to be working with Sylvia Lane this time.

If Maeve ended up becoming famous from this film, she’d undoubtedly be compared to her. Next time she starred in a new project, she might get overshadowed. She’s been in the industry for so long, and no one had ever ridden on her coattails; it was always the other way around!

To put it bluntly, there are only so many resources in the industry; fewer competitors are better.

Otherwise... why are so many newcomers prevented from becoming the next big thing?

Summer found an excuse, "It’s too noisy here to sleep. I’ll go back to the hotel to rest and come back later."

Agent Gibbs was about to follow, but was stopped by her look.

"Why are you following me? You stay here and rest."

Agent Gibbs paused, "Alright."

...

After waking up, Maeve still felt drowsy.

She glanced at the time; it was already 2 PM. In another half an hour, filming would officially start.

She slept carefully, so her hair and clothes were still neat; she only needed a touch-up.

Sarah yawned, "Is it time already?"

"Yeah. You can sleep a bit more, if anything comes up I’ll find you." Maeve smiled, "Nina Quinn is awake; she can accompany me."

Nina walked over, "Yes, Sutton, you should rest a bit more. Today I was supposed to be with Maeve."

Sarah nodded and continued to sleep.

Everyone else in the rest area had already left.

She slept peacefully.

When Maeve walked to her makeup room, she suddenly smelled something very familiar.

Nina stopped and asked, "What’s wrong, Maeve?"

Maeve asked, "Do you have a mask?"

There was a faint, familiar scent.

"No... I didn’t bring one."

Maeve frowned slightly and walked in; the makeup artist was already waiting for her, waving her over when she saw Maeve, "Come quickly."

She didn’t walk over but glanced around, unable to find what she imagined, showing a faint hint of confusion.

"Maeve, are you looking for something? Need my help?"

"No, it’s fine, let’s start the makeup." Maeve withdrew her gaze and sat at the makeup table.

...

In the afternoon, the clouds gradually dispersed, and the sun slowly emerged from the clouds.

The sunlight spilled over the pasture, and the fresh grass seemed to unfold, lushly green under the sun.

At this moment, that segment of the plot was still unfinished.

After Miles Monarch precisely shot the Scarlet Vixen, both Gabrielle Moreau and Eliza Grant arrived by his side.

Summer was particularly quiet in the afternoon, causing no trouble; even the rehearsal flowed more smoothly.

"Thank you, Miles, for helping me kill this little fox!" she said sweetly.

With that, she dismounted according to the scene, walked to Miles’s side, offering her hands, waiting for him to throw the fox to her.

However, disdain flashed in Miles’s eyes, and he tossed the fox to Eliza Grant behind him.

"Take it."

Gabrielle froze for a moment, then said with a smile, "No need to be so polite, Miles; I can find someone myself to make a coat."

"Who said I was giving it to you?" Miles looked slightly impatient, giving her no glance.

Gabrielle stiffened, "But didn’t you kill it for me?"

Miles’s expression didn’t change, his voice was commanding, "Didn’t I already kill it?"

Eliza, unsurprised, spoke before the Crown Prince’s patience could completely wear out, "His Highness said he’d help you kill it, but he didn’t say he’d give it to you, Miss Moreau. I think you misunderstood."