Chapter 117 Group Photo

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She shouted inwardly. This awkward feeling was simply unbearable. All blame goes to Clara Bennett! This shameless woman was the reason for her public embarrassment! Every move and every word seemed to mock her, making it hard not to want to shout. Actually, Clara was well aware that ever since she took Nell Sue’s role as the leading actress, their relationship had been anything but harmonious. The seeds of conflict had been deeply sown after the audition. But she didn’t care at all. After all, competition in the entertainment industry is ruthlessly harsh. Clara thought to herself that regardless, she had to seize her opportunity. Soon after, she joined the group discussion. Everyone was actively sharing their views, creating a lively atmosphere. After the discussion ended, Yvonne Young finished her makeup, highlighting her beauty even more. Several people gathered to take a few photos in costume. Everyone showcased their best side, beaming with smiles. However, in the photographer’s eyes, Clara and George Taylor’s styling was extraordinarily eye-catching. Their chemistry and appearance paired so harmoniously that simply taking costume photos seemed a pity. The publicity team, noticing, suggested taking a few couple-themed photos with them. This would not only better showcase the charm of the leads but also help promote the series early on. Clara hadn’t anticipated this part, and felt quite amazed. The publicity director cheerily said, "Originally, this wasn’t planned, but you two have fantastic chemistry when standing together, plus your outfits match perfectly, just like a natural pair! Taking a few photos as future material would be great." His face was filled with excitement and anticipation as he spoke, evidently very pleased by this unexpected opportunity. George glanced at Clara, his bright and deep phoenix eyes conveying a kind of unexplainable tenderness. Then, he drew closer to her ear, whispering in a voice only they could hear, "Don’t be nervous." His voice was as gentle as a warm spring breeze brushing against her cheek. Clara unconsciously tilted her head slightly, responding with a smile, "Thank you, Taylor." Actually, she didn’t feel nervous, just slightly surprised by the rapid turn of events. The photographer, after careful observation, chose the angle and motioned for George to sit in a prepared chair nearby. At the same time, he asked Clara to sit on George’s lap, encircle his neck with her arms, and gently pinch his chin to create an intimate atmosphere. Facing such specific instructions, Clara didn’t know how to react, resorting to an ellipsis to express her surprise and helplessness: "..." Had she experienced this pose somewhere before? She quickly remembered that not long ago, she performed a similar scene with another partner, William Foster, and those moments were vividly etched in her mind. As George leisurely settled into the chair, pondering how to comfort Clara, hoping she would relax and see it as a simple work task without feeling uncomfortable. But before he could speak, Clara had quickly followed the instructions, effortlessly seating herself on George’s lap, naturally wrapping her hands around his neck, and finally gently pinching his chin with precision. Confronted with such swift and decisive action, George was momentarily stunned. "..." Such an expression said it all; it seemed he just realized that discussing embarrassment in front of this lady was utterly pointless, as she didn’t find anything unacceptable. Shy? Embarrassed? These emotions didn’t affect her work at all; in her view, George was merely a prop to aid in completing this shoot Seeing Clara’s composed and calm demeanor, the photography progress became exceptionally smooth. Meanwhile, George was somewhat entranced, impacted by her unusually cool attitude. Was this performance not astonishing? It was a complete display of her professional acumen. Saying she had high professional standards seemed not entirely the reason. Claiming her idol status was being emphasized for better performance? George pondered these things, his thoughts tangled, like a knotty ball of string impossible to unravel. The girl under his hands not only had a great figure, smooth and delicate skin, but also emitted a faint fragrance, forcing him to summon all his strength to pull himself back to reality and focus, avoiding further distraction. "Click—" Just as the photographer pressed the shutter, a phone screen suddenly lit up from another side. The notification interface popped up on the phone screen, and everyone present instinctively glanced at the suddenly illuminated phone. The photo was transmitted in an instant. Almost simultaneously, everyone received the striking photo. William Foster stared at the image on his phone, his expression icy enough to freeze people, exuding a chilling air as if the surrounding temperature dropped several degrees. "Bang!" In anger, William Foster slammed his phone onto the table, the force was such that it almost toppled the items upon it, then he cast a grim gaze towards Sam Clarke beside him, with eyes seemingly capable of piercing through everything. Sam Clarke felt his eyelid twitch instantly, sensing a chill down his back. William Foster asked icily, "Tell me, how should I handle that man who doesn’t understand the rules?" Though his tone was flat, every word seemed to freeze the air around them. Sam Clarke’s lip twitched several times, sighed quietly, and cautiously organized his words, afraid to utter a wrong word. Finally, he nervously responded, "Mr. William Foster, please don’t be angry; the Young Madam and the other party are just doing what the photo shoot required. This was a normal publicity activity, and it doesn’t mean anything else." Trying to keep his voice calm, the trembling still betrayed his inner tension and unease. William Foster coldly chuckled, "Three days ago, the pose my Young Madam took in my arms was identical to the one she now takes in that man’s arms who doesn’t know his place. Oh, must you say this is mere coincidence?" That cold chuckle was chilling, and the sarcasm in his words was blatant. Sam Clarke: "..." At this moment, he just wanted to repeat: Your marital issues should not involve innocent third parties! Clearly, it’s your wife who’s straying, leading to your rightful anger and questioning towards your Young Madam. Why come here to vent frustration at unrelated people?

Chapter 117 Group Photo

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