Who would have thought that no matter how the reporters tried, they couldn’t pin this post on Weibo? The reporter exited angrily, only to find— A legal letter from Hawthorne Corp.’s legal department was pinned to his Weibo... ... Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽 "Annie, it’s great that you’re here. The screenwriter made time to come today, perfect timing for introductions." Seeing Ann Vaughn arrive, the director put down what was in his hands and walked over, pointing to a figure ahead, "That’s him, Hugo Sullivan." Hugo seemed to sense something, turning his head to look in the director’s direction, his gaze freezing, and then he quickly walked over. "Are you Miss Ann Vaughn?" The young man in front of her wore gold-rimmed glasses, with deep-set eyes beneath the thin lenses, a prominent nose, and moderately thick lips, hinting at a mixed heritage, yet it was overshadowed by his strong scholarly aura. He stared directly at Ann Vaughn, with a sense of disbelief that he was meeting his idol in person. Ann Vaughn had never encountered such a gaze, both admiring and cautious. She couldn’t help but smile and extended her hand, "I’m Ann Vaughn, nice to meet you, Teacher Sullivan." Hugo’s pale face instantly flushed as he rubbed his hands on his jacket before shaking Ann Vaughn’s hand. "Nice, nice to meet you. Just call me Hugo. I’m glad to know you..." As soon as he said it, Hugo’s face turned even redder, hurriedly correcting himself, "No, not that, I mean, knowing you makes me very happy!" The director on the side almost couldn’t bear to watch him, wondering where his usual calm demeanor had gone. If he wasn’t the screenwriter of his crew, he’d suspect he had a split personality. Ann Vaughn was amused by Hugo’s slip of the tongue and chuckled, "I’m also very happy to meet you. Your script is great." The script of "Phoenix Rising" is grand and majestic, giving the impression that the screenwriter must be a serious and solemn person. This impression applied to Hugo, however, gave an indescribable contrast of cuteness. "If you don’t mind, may I explain your last scene to you?" Hugo asked cautiously. Ann Vaughn’s eyes shone with joy, nodding repeatedly, "That would be wonderful. I was just wondering how to perform that scene." The last scene of the harpist is brief, possibly only a few seconds on screen, but the filming difficulty is more than doubled. Just as the director was worried earlier, Hugo would rather cut this part than have it appear in the script for fear of it being ruined. If the harpist wasn’t played by Ann Vaughn, he would probably have kicked the person out immediately. However, Ann Vaughn’s subsequent performance amazed everyone present. "What do you think?" The director looked at Hugo, who was frowning and had a somber expression. His heart sank, thinking it meant dissatisfaction. Recalling the previous actress who was scolded away by Hugo, the director began to feel a headache. Meanwhile, some distance from the filming site under a parasol. "Click." Elara Pierce looked at the photo captured on the phone, her eyes behind sunglasses raised mockingly. "I don’t know what Quinn was thinking, bringing a woman who can’t act into the crew. Is she afraid her new movie won’t fail fast enough?" The assistant nodded in agreement, "You’re right, Noelle." Elara handed the phone to the assistant, casually instructing, "Find a time to send these photos to those gossip accounts and have them stir up some controversy about ’Phoenix Rising’." She was unclear about Ann Vaughn’s acting skills but judging by the director and Hugo’s unpleasant expressions, it was clear her performance was poor. If this got out, not only Ann Vaughn but the entire "Phoenix Rising" crew might be mocked. The assistant paused, "Huh? But Noelle, Quinn wasn’t just scolded for no reason previously. Blackening them might not be good..." "Are you stupid?" Elara rolled her eyes, too lazy to explain. Elara’s manager was silent for a while before asking, "Are you still resentful that Imperial Glory refused to make you the spokesperson?" "In what way am I worse than Quinn?" Just thinking about how popular the fragrance ball launched by Imperial Glory was now, with most celebrities in the circle becoming its natural fans, Quinn’s net worth rising, how could Elara not resent it? That should have been hers! At this moment, Elara seemed to have forgotten that it was she who initially flaked on Ann Vaughn, instructing her manager to reject her endorsement contract. As long as Ann Vaughn wasn’t foolish, she wouldn’t employ an artist with no integrity again. The manager sighed, "I heard rumors that her relationship with Mr. Hawthorne isn’t as cold as the rumors say. You better not go too far." "Alright, alright, got it," Elara replied impatiently, but she didn’t take it to heart at all. Hugo was stunned for a good ten minutes before slowly coming out of the scene just now. The atmosphere within the set grew increasingly tense. Standing by the set, Ann Vaughn felt uneasy too. In that last scene, the harpist was supposed to say, "Even if you’re the emperor, so what?" but she didn’t. She just had a vague feeling that the line shouldn’t come from the harpist’s mouth but should be expressed through her eyes. So after the harpist drank the poison, she plucked the strings one last time, and they broke. This wasn’t in the script. It wasn’t until the scene was over that Ann Vaughn realized she had altered two things... "You portrayed it wonderfully just now!" Hugo suddenly stood up, his pale, scholarly face unable to hide his excitement. "How should I describe this... This is exactly the feeling I wanted, but before you performed it, I only had a vague idea in my mind." Ann Vaughn executed the harpist’s final moments beautifully. When she looked at the harp, it was as if she stared at her lover, but in the end, she broke the strings and died with a smile, holding it. The emperor wanted her to be his concubine, to play solely for him, to claim both her and her harp. The harpist refused, so she chose to destroy the harp and drink poison, gifting herself a final requiem. It was named freedom. The director also rose with a smile, saying to Ann Vaughn, "Annie, your expression and emotions were on point in that scene, but there are still some areas lacking in the camera work. How about we shoot it once more?" Ann Vaughn nodded, "Thank you, Teacher Sullivan. Director, I have no problem with it." Hugo, containing his excitement, turned and told the director, "Make sure my Muse is filmed beautifully, even in death, she should die beautifully." Director: "...The harpist isn’t the main character, calm down." The second shoot went smoothly. The director and Hugo organized a small celebration for Ann Vaughn, congratulating her on her life’s very first shooting successfully wrapping up.