Chapter 118 White Rose

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But the reality is that William Foster just couldn’t swallow his pride, yet he didn’t have a good solution for this issue. After all, the seemingly noble reason he had just given had already trapped him, unable to easily change his stance. Hmph, in a situation that seemed ’invisible’ on the surface, where did he get the supernatural vision to see his wife sitting on another man’s lap? All of this truly raises doubts. Besides, does he really have the courage to show those candid photos to Clara Bennett? Given her fiery personality, who knows what kind of storm this might unleash! The Foster family’s young wife has never been an easy person to deal with. Her personality is strong and formidable. William Foster stared at the photos in his hand, every glance filled with a cold aura. If he looked any longer, he would be so angry that he could barely contain himself, almost to the point of wanting to immediately teach the other party a lesson. Sam Clarke truly felt heartache for his respected Mr. William Foster, fearing that he might harm his health due to his anger or take out his emotions on others. Therefore, she had a sudden idea and suggested, "Mr. William Foster, if you really mind this incident, why not randomly compose a text message to ask the Young Madam how her audition went today and subtly probe how she views this matter." In any case, please direct your dissatisfaction at that difficult young master, I beg you to spare me, the innocent and honest person... William Foster’s expression turned even more indifferent: "Can’t you see she’s currently busy taking intimate photos with another man? Where would she have the spare time to look at my messages?" Upon hearing this, Sam Clarke thought for a moment, suddenly lit up with a new idea: "Then you can send someone to her filming crew with some items that she must personally sign for. That way, the Young Madam will have to take the initiative to contact you regarding this matter." William Foster slightly raised his eyebrows and asked, "Can doing this really solve the problem?" In the face of doubt, Sam Clarke quickly nodded affirmatively: "Of course, it works! It’s common in crews for people to send gifts or invite actors for meals, etc. If it’s not someone in the crew spending out of their pocket, it’s usually the fans of the main actors, organized fan clubs, or friends and family of the main actors who send them." After hearing such an explanation, the frost on William Foster’s face finally melted a little: "Alright, since that’s the case, go ahead and handle it for me." Just as the action was about to commence, Sam Clarke seemed to think of something and stopped, cautiously asking: "Excuse me, how should we sign the name on the gift card or anywhere else requiring a name?" After a moment of contemplation, William Foster’s mouth curled into a barely noticeable smile: "Let’s use ’White Rose’ as the signature." Upon hearing this, Sam Clarke was immediately puzzled and muttered inwardly: This master is truly an eccentric, to have such strange interests... However, despite the confusion, Sam Clarke, known for her high efficiency, quickly sprang into action. After all, the purpose of this operation was to prevent any further development between the Young Madam and that so-called wild— Damn, it’s to prevent further development between Clara Bennett and the man named George Taylor. Soon, a dedicated team was dispatched with fragrant coffee to the designated location. The crew members, upon receiving the message, quickly called for Clara Bennett. They ran while shouting her name loudly, afraid she wouldn’t hear them. At this moment, the shoot between Clara Bennett and George Taylor was nearing its end but got stuck on a particularly intimate pose. This pose required their bodies to almost touch, which made the atmosphere on set a bit awkward and subtle. George Taylor carefully directed Clara Bennett to pose in various intimate positions, closely observing her posture. From his perspective, her body line was elegant and well-proportioned; her skin was white and delicate. What fascinated him even more was her subtle and elegant fragrance. For a moment, George’s emotions were a little out of control. As time passed, the photographer became bolder, more excited. In his excitement, he suddenly proposed that Clara Bennett lightly place one leg on George Taylor’s lap to better showcase her perfect curves. This request was excessive in itself, but what was even more unbelievable was that he further requested George Taylor to use his hand to support that beautiful leg. This meant George Taylor’s hand would inevitably touch and caress Clara Bennett’s smooth skin. Upon hearing this request, Clara Bennett’s eyebrows instantly furrowed with obvious displeasure. Though the previous intimate scenes seemed close, no actual physical contact had occurred. All along, she had displayed high professional standards, never backing down even in front of the camera. But all of this had to be built on one important premise. The other party must not cross that invisible yet distinct boundary. Could it be that this photographer’s brain had short-circuited? Seeing her slightly furrowed brows and the displeasure in her eyes, George Taylor keenly sensed her emotional change. He then slightly lowered his head, his gaze gently sweeping across her profile, then slowly lifted his head to look meaningfully at the overly enthusiastic photographer: "I think we should stop here. After all, this film emphasizes reputation and artistic quality, not relying on such gimmicky photos. Therefore, those extra shots are really not necessary." Upon hearing this, the previously creative and enthusiastic photographer immediately came to his senses, plastering a flattering smile on his face, nodding repeatedly: "Right, right, Grant’s suggestion is very correct. I did get overly involved just now. We’ve already got plenty of spectacular footage, and there’s truly no need to demand more. Thank you both for your hard work today." George Taylor politely released his hold on Clara Bennett’s waist and stepped back, speaking gently and courteously: "Thanks for the hard work." Clara Bennett knew full well that he was helping her out of a jam, and her gratitude was evident as she earnestly said, "Thank you, Taylor, for your help." George Taylor smiled calmly, with a hint of understanding and warmth in his gaze: "It’s just a small matter, no need to worry about it. It’s probably because your cooperation was so good that the photographer got carried away. I’ll ask my agent to discuss with the director about changing the photographer." Clara Bennett gently shook her head, trying to convince George Taylor not to bother: "No need to trouble yourself; it’s actually not a big deal."

Chapter 118 White Rose

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