Flying Dragon Ancient Village is a hamlet near the mountains and forests, where unique customs and scenery abound; amidst the verdant greens, there stand red-pillared and flared-eave buildings, all made of wood, with scarce sightings of modern furniture.
Rosie Scott rubbed the pinched flesh on her lower back, her face blossoming into a smile as she waved hello to the group of supporting actors gossiping idly.
"Hello everyone, I'm new here, please look after me. I'm Rosie Scott."
"Looking after might not be necessary, Miss Scott; you're coming in strong with luxury cars and advisors. We little shrimps probably don't even qualify to dine at the same table as you." The woman speaking was Kerry, a perennial villainess in dramas, with thin lips, high cheekbones, and a naturally sharp look.
Rosie had an excellent memory. She'd already thoroughly read the file given by Ms. Lindsey while in the car, so she knew the other's background upon meeting.
