Chapter 107: The More Chaos, the Merrier

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Speaking of which, she glanced at the clock on the wall; time was pressing, "Second Brother, I have to go now. I need to hurry to the makeup test. Can’t delay work progress." With that, Clara Bennett quickly turned and left the room, her steps so swift that she seemingly didn’t have time to look back. In the empty hallway outside, her figure grew more distant, disappearing at the end of the stairs. However, when she finally reached the garage and her gaze swept over the luxury cars parked inside, she couldn’t help but be slightly taken aback, falling into silence. The spacious and luxurious garage was neatly filled with top-tier luxury cars, each exuding an understated opulence. Every vehicle here, without exception, belonged to family members, and all the keys were casually hung on small hooks at the entrance for easy access. But as Clara Bennett’s gaze lingered on them, she felt an invisible pressure. Any car in this garage was worth no less than five million... Even randomly taking one out for a drive would be enough to attract attention and become the center of hot discussion. To her, such attention was simply something she couldn’t afford right now. After all, before establishing a firm foothold and gaining enough confidence, any overly high-profile actions could lead to disastrous consequences. Especially in the complex environment of the entertainment industry, a slight carelessness could lead to rumors biting like venomous snakes. Even if she just drove to the filming site, someone might start a rumor, creating negative news like "having strong backing" or "relying on family support." By then, the gossip would come pouring in, enough to crush a newcomer with no experience in coping. Thus, recently, to reduce outside gossip, she had almost completely abandoned all clothing with obvious brand logos, even changing her bags to the most basic models. Shoes and clothes were chosen very carefully to ensure the style was low-key and simple, without a trace of luxury. Her hands were bare, no longer adorned with any striking accessories. In her thoughts, Clara Bennett sighed deeply, slowly put on her earbuds, and started playing the lines from the recording. At the same time, her body moved, heading straight for the doorway. On the way, she silently recited the key lines she needed to master for the audition, striving for every detail to be perfect and smooth. Reaching the street, she casually hailed a taxi with a wave of her hand, decisively got in, and directly told the driver the location of the shoot. Morning sunlight streamed through the car window, casting a soft light on her face. Clara Bennett stared at the rapidly passing street scenes outside the window, her thoughts seemingly returning to the initial nervousness and anticipation when she entered this industry, with a spark of determination igniting in her eyes. Although the road ahead was full of unknowns, she was ready to face the challenges. As soon as she got out of the car, Clara Bennett ran into George Taylor, who had just arrived as well. George Taylor wore a well-tailored dark suit, looking clean, sharp, and full of presence. He slightly turned his head and, seeing Clara Bennett, nodded at her and greeted, "Good morning." His voice was deep and gentle, carrying a natural ease. Seeing this, Clara Bennett quickly nodded back politely and then handed over the cup of coffee she was holding, "Taylor, good morning. I got this for you. Please have it." Her tone carried a touch of respect and politeness, and her actions were very natural, clearly prepared intentionally. George Taylor was momentarily startled by this, his gaze lingering on the coffee for a moment before reaching out to take it. A small smile appeared on his lips as he said, "Thank you." His voice grew a bit softer, as if this small surprise had brought a slight change. Clara Bennett shook her head and waved her hand gently, her tone warm and light, "No need to be so formal! I also got one for the director, I’ll take it to them first." With that, she turned her feet, heading toward a direction not far away, her back looking both capable and diligent. After Clara Bennett’s figure gradually disappeared, George Taylor’s assistant leisurely glanced at the coffee in his hand, a meaningful smile forming on his face as he half-jokingly said, "Ah, Miss White, either she’s your loyal fan or she likes you, given that she specially bought your favorite three-sugared iced Americano!" He couldn’t help but steal a glance at George Taylor, his eyes full of teasing. George Taylor didn’t immediately respond, just raised an eyebrow before lightly chuckling, his voice steady but with a hint of confidence, "She must be a fan... After all, when she saw me that day, her eyes almost popped out. I suspected something at that point. But... He paused, his tone softening, "this kid is quite sensible." The assistant was evidently intrigued by the topic, chiming in with an amused tone, "Taylor praised her again, it seems you’re really satisfied with her. It’s rare to hear you compliment a newcomer." The words had a teasing quality, clearly finding amusement in the situation. George Taylor coughed lightly, lifted the coffee to take a sip, the familiar and comforting taste meeting him, seeming just like his usual choice. He put down the cup, his expression calm but his tone serious, "Newcomers, well, as seniors, we shouldn’t be too harsh. Encouraging them won’t hurt; who knows, they might have potential?" His statement was earnest, completely oblivious to the assistant stifling laughter behind him. Meanwhile, completely unaware that she’d been mistaken for a "staunch fan," Clara Bennett was diligently carrying several cups of the same three-sugared iced Americano, cautiously making her way toward the director’s team. Each step was steady and assured, her expression focused and serious, paying no mind to others’ speculations and chats behind her back. Why choose three-sugared iced Americano? Of course, there was a thought-out reason behind this! She didn’t choose the three-sugared iced Americano because she particularly liked this flavor, but because this choice was relatively "safe." After all, in the absence of absolute certainty, selecting a safe option is always wiser. Especially when dealing with someone like George Taylor, being a bit cautious could prevent people from seizing on mistakes or causing unnecessary misunderstandings. She calculated silently in her mind: three-sugared isn’t overly sweet, yet retains the aroma of coffee, drinking it wouldn’t be too abrupt, making her appear both tasteful and not pretentious. Thus, this beverage became her first choice. And indeed, such a decision proved hard to err with. At least on the surface, there were no visible flaws. As for what George Taylor likes to drink... Honestly, she hadn’t gone out of her way to find out, nor did she want to know.

Chapter 107: The More Chaos, the Merrier

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