Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 202 - 179: Julian Fairchild Rushes In

Gabrielle Moreau’s face turned pale, "Miles, is that really what you think?"

Miles Monarch glanced at her, giving tacit consent, but he didn’t respond to her question, just said, "Ethan, follow me to the front and take a look. Keep the fox alive, don’t let it die."

Eliza Grant nodded, "Okay."

The sound of hoofbeats gradually faded away as two figures, one white and one black, disappeared into the forest.

The scene ended, and the set for the next scene was nearby, so Director Dayne quickly moved on after calling ’cut’.

Filming often doesn’t follow the script’s sequence, so it can sometimes be disjointed.

This scene involves Miss Moreau crying and asking Eliza to let her keep the fox for a while; Eliza felt softened and agreed, but the little fox went missing, so she had to go find it.

But it was all a trap; the little fox was deliberately released by Gabrielle Moreau, or rather deliberately thrown into the valley. Here, the terrain is steep, and the valley is sparsely populated. Eliza hesitated only briefly before deciding to descend using vines.

"This Scarlet Vixen is extremely rare; Miles may not care, but I can’t," Eliza thought as she leaped into the valley.

The current emperor is cautious and vain, especially valuing strange and unique things as symbols of status...

If that Scarlet Vixen went missing from her care, with so many people here, gossip might claim she abused and killed this symbol of submission... Many have been wronged over the years. In the Celestial Dynasty, those old stubborn people might trouble Miles, accusing her of disrespecting royal dignity.

The emperor wouldn’t easily let her off either; even with Miles protecting her, at least being whipped dozens of times would be inevitable.

This war-torn world is like that; Miles could hunt and gift it, but for her, it’s a treasure she cannot lose.

This scene uses live action; in fact, most of ’Rivers and Mountains as Usual’ uses live action, so Maeve Lane really descended using vines.

The props were made incredibly realistic, almost indistinguishable from the real.

She moved swiftly, quickly reaching the valley’s bottom.

Not far from her position, Eliza Grant sharply smelled a fresh scent of blood.

She frowned, "I’m afraid it won’t survive."

Without large animals around, it’s probably the little fox; falling from such a high cliff, it’s unlikely to survive.

Maeve Lane walked to the bloodstains left by the "little fox," dipped a slender finger in it, then looked around to find its location.

But at this moment, Maeve Lane suddenly paused.

Director Dayne felt puzzled but opted to wait.

Summer Ainsworth stood off to the side resting; usually, if not filming, she would prefer staying in the rest room to rest or sleep, only Julian Fairchild passing by could garner her attention. But this time, she was watching Maeve Lane perform under the scorching sun, though she had an hour left before going on.

Even with her agent holding an umbrella for her, Summer still sweated profusely in the heat.

However, seeing Maeve Lane’s anomalies, her eyes finally showed a bit of excitement and anticipation.

Maeve Lane seemed to feel an itch on her face, uncontrollably rubbing with the back of her hand.

Summer had previously researched that one symptom of an allergic reaction is localized itching like Sylvia Lane mentioned; Maeve Lane must have a severe allergic reaction to mangoes!

Now, it must have been triggered!

Julian Fairchild hadn’t missed any of Maeve Lane’s actions; he frowned and said to Director Dayne, "Pause for now."

Director Dayne heard his commanding tone and quickly signaled.

"Everyone pause! Maeve Lane, what’s happening..."

"Boom."

A dull sound echoed as a body hit the ground.

Julian Fairchild swiftly strode over from outside the scene.

Maeve Lane sat there somewhat dazed, her bottom stung a bit, and as she rubbed her face, red marks like mosquito bites appeared on her fair skin.

Julian Fairchild lifted her up into his powerful arms, supporting her back with one and her legs with the other.

He lowered his head, gently touched Maeve Lane’s forehead, his voice heavy, "Are you uncomfortable?"

The skin against her forehead was hot, hotter than hers, as if he were the one ill. Maeve Lane hesitated, just about to speak when Julian Fairchild already carried her out swiftly.

Miles Hughes followed closely, starting to make a call to the doctor.

Director Dayne realized the issue’s seriousness, "Hold on, I’ll check the situation."