Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 82: Is This Where You Belong?
"I didn’t expect you two to have a CP supertopic, haha." Sarah Sutton gave a maternal smile and praised, "Look how well this is edited, ’Aristocratic and aloof lord × stunning young seductress.’
The title tagged as [Sultry].
Maeve Lane’s lips twitched slightly, squinting as she carefully examined the cover.
Black and white themed, Julian Fairchild wearing a purple mink cloak, elegant and noble, while she dressed as a maid, innocent and bright—her overwhelming beauty can’t be concealed even by the snowy backdrop; the two exchanging glances across a thick wall in the snowflake-filled air evokes a forbidden lovers torn apart by societal prejudices kind of feeling.
"They match so well! I just realized you and Julian Fairchild are such a perfect match!" Sarah Sutton wore an expression like she’s shipping hard, "Just your looks alone, if you were really together, it’d be a hundred times steamier than this!"
Even Nina Quinn couldn’t resist peeking over and after both she and Sarah Sutton finished watching, their gaze towards Maeve became strange!
Maeve Lane rubbed the goosebumps on her hand, "Enough, don’t look at me like that."
Sarah Sutton warmly pulled Maeve Lane, eyes twinkling like stars, "Aren’t you really going to watch? It’s edited so well."
"Nope." Maeve Lane lacked interest, "These are all fake, what’s there to see."
Sarah Sutton felt enthused, "Really well edited, such a pity not to watch. Take a look when you have the time, get involved a bit more with fan life, you can’t keep stuck on 2G internet forever."
"A young girl in her twenties, living so pure and abstinent." Originally just commenting, but seeing Maeve Lane’s blasé demeanor about everything made her somewhat worried. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
Coughing gently, Sarah Sutton said seriously, "Although we can’t date, watching some stuff to relax emotions isn’t bad, don’t bottle up too much."
Maeve Lane: "..."
Can she refuse?
Clearly, Sarah Sutton didn’t give her the opportunity to refuse, directly sent the video to Maeve Lane’s WeChat, looked around cautiously, "Watch it discreetly, don’t let others find out."
Maeve Lane: "..."
"Maeve, Director Dayne wants you to take group photos, Sutton, you and the young lady next to you come too."
A small assistant ran over to Maeve Lane and group to speak.
Maeve Lane nodded, and Sarah Sutton and Nina Quinn went over with her.
Director Dayne stood on the right with Julian Fairchild.
He possessed inherent nobility between his brows.
Originally, the position Maeve Lane should be standing in—Director Dayne’s left-hand spot—Summer Ainsworth stood there without any intention of moving when Maeve Lane arrived.
The surrounding media watched the drama unfold, first day of the opening ceremony, the lead actress overshadowed by the second female lead.
Sarah Sutton felt displeased, but now there’s nothing they can do about it.
The entertainment industry is but a vanity fair.
She took Nina Quinn to find another spot, but after standing, she noticed Maeve Lane was missing.
At the same time, a commotion erupted from the front!
Sarah Sutton looked closely, suddenly anxious, "Why did Maeve go over there?"
Summer Ainsworth linked arms with the director, smiling brilliantly when suddenly, she heard a voice icily pierce the air—
"Move aside."
She froze; it had been a long time since anyone spoke to her with such indifference since she became popular. Summer Ainsworth lifted her head, glanced contemptuously at Maeve Lane, "Is this a place meant for you?"
Such a deep eye-roll it might as well reach the sky.
