Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 205 - 180: What Julian Fairchild Left Behind

Summer Ainsworth seemed still in disbelief. How could such a perfectly good transaction, a win-win for her, turn into this?

She never imagined that the agreement Sylvia Lane gave her was actually fake!

Director Dayne was furious, barely able to contain his temper, "I didn’t expect you to be such a person! What kind of grudge do you have against Maeve Lane to harm her like this? Luckily, Maeve was smart enough to discover it early, otherwise, we would have fallen for your trap!"

Despite trying to control his temper, Director Dayne’s voice was still stern, making everyone who heard it feel intimidated, "Even suggesting replacing Maeve! I think I should be replacing you instead!"

Summer’s worst fears were realized, and tears quickly welled up in her eyes, "Director Dayne, I was just muddled for a moment, I really didn’t do it on purpose, I promise it won’t happen again, please forgive me this time..."

Director Dayne, feeling disappointed, glanced secretly at Julian Fairchild.

He had cast people based on the original work and expended a lot of effort to assemble the right cast. Changing actors now would inevitably incur great costs, not to mention the time lost. The footage that had been filmed and edited was practically wasted now! But how could Summer be so blind, offending Julian Fairchild’s woman!

"You’re an absolute fool!" Director Dayne sighed deeply twice, and without waiting for Julian to speak, he called his assistant, "Arrange to have all of Summer’s scenes cut! Immediately prepare for auditions again, and minimize the losses as much as possible!"

Summer cried with her nose running and tears streaming down her face, "Maeve, I was wrong... I was really wrong. Maeve, please plead with Director Dayne for me, I was just confused for a moment..."

She tried to embrace Director Dayne’s arm, but he flung her off, "Go, go, go, you’ll move out today. Let me tell you, Maeve already told me she’s allergic to mangoes, and if it’s severe, it could be life-threatening! You should be thankful Maeve’s health wasn’t seriously affected! Otherwise, you’d surely be marked as a disreputable artist!"

Maeve Lane was somewhat surprised by this resolution, not expecting Director Dayne to act so decisively and swiftly remove Summer from the project.

If Director Dayne knew what Maeve was thinking, he would probably say that he clearly distinguishes between short-term benefits and long-term gains. Now that Summer had offended Maeve Lane, she had offended Julian Fairchild!

What’s more, if the drama were released and Summer’s scandal exposed, it might not be something a simple actor replacement could fix.

At that point, even his reputation might be affected by this woman Summer!

Hearing Summer’s wailing, Maeve didn’t even lift an eyelid, her expression somewhat indifferent. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

When she walked into the makeup room, she felt something was wrong, but couldn’t find the source.

Although she was sensitive to that substance, it wasn’t to the point that just a whiff would trigger symptoms. However, that intense smell lingered past noon, and unable to find the source, Maeve remained on guard.

Summer thought since she couldn’t smell it, others wouldn’t either, but the more allergic one is, the more sensitive to allergens they become.

The faint smell of mango was so strong in Maeve’s nose that it was almost overwhelming.

When the makeup artist was applying her foundation, Maeve almost immediately sensed something wrong with the toner.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and in her mind, she had already guessed somewhat.

But she chose to skip that step, acting nonchalant and letting the makeup artist proceed.

She wanted to see who tampered with this... though she already had a suspect in mind.

Thus, the scene that unfolded in the afternoon.

After touching the blood used as a prop, she pretended to have an allergic reaction. There was no high-tech device hidden in her long sleeves, just a lip stain... akin to today’s lipstick, but more convenient.

To Maeve now.

She dabbed some with the back of her hand and smeared it on her face. It looked like she was uncomfortable and fidgeting, but in fact, she was "coloring" herself.

A patch of stark red.

Intending to seize the opportunity to observe who was behind it and confront them, she hadn’t finished her "makeup" performance when Julian Fairchild scooped her up.

She vividly remembered Julian’s slightly heavy breathing, furrowed brows, and how he looked down at her like she was a fragile glass bottle.

Then, as he moved closer, Julian didn’t notice, but Maeve saw that the rouge on her face was transferred onto his forehead.

Being so tall, when he embraced her, he could completely shield her with his body.