The scorching sun of August blazed over Aurelia, and the excited voice of the TV host rang out from the television.
"«Illusionary Joy» is about to begin filming, with the nation's Best Actor, Julian Fairchild, once again partnering with the popular artist Sylvia Lane as the male and female leads. This is the second collaboration between Best Actor Fairchild and Sylvia Lane. What sparks will fly between them in this new project? Let's wait and see..."
In the pure white room, an exceptionally beautiful woman lay quietly on the bed, a strip of snowy white bandage wrapped around her forehead. She gazed absentmindedly at a red rose on the table.
"Maeve Lane! How can you still be in the mood to watch TV?"
A woman's voice came from the doorway. Maeve Lane hadn't closed the door, so she barged in with her bag.
Maeve Lane lazily turned her gaze to her, her voice consistently languid, "Why wouldn't I be in the mood?"
Sarah Sutton flopped down onto the sofa, fuming, "That Sylvia Lane has stolen your role again! It really pisses me off. Does she have something against you? She's a popular star, yet she comes to snatch your supporting role?"
Maeve Lane lowered her lashes, hiding the emotions in her eyes, "Perhaps."
Sarah Sutton turned her head to look at the woman lying on the bed, even without any makeup, her looks were astonishingly radiant. The well-fitted shirt she wore accentuated her alluring curves, her slim waist, and her slender legs.
Maeve Lane had light-colored pupils, a high nose bridge, snowy skin, and red lips, with smooth and superior facial features.
Even though Sarah Sutton had been in the industry for so long, she'd never seen anyone more beautiful than Maeve Lane without makeup.
A face and figure like hers were naturally destined for the stage.
Yet, Maeve Lane just couldn't gain popularity, which puzzled even her.
Thinking of this, Sarah Sutton sighed, murmuring to herself, "I don't even know what Best Actor Fairchild is thinking by signing you and then leaving you alone. When he asked me to be your agent, I thought he was going to help you rise to fame."
The company that signed Maeve Lane was none other than MS Entertainment, and its CEO was Julian Fairchild.
And Sarah Sutton was the star agent at MS Entertainment.
Thinking of that man, a flicker of emotion passed through Maeve Lane's eyes, "Maybe it wasn't to support me, but for revenge…"
Sarah Sutton didn't hear her clearly, so she leaned in closer, "What did you say?"
"Nothing." Maeve Lane glanced at the time; it was almost ten p.m.
She turned off the TV, seemingly remembering something, "Sorry, Sutton, I've got something to do now, I need to go."
Sarah Sutton waved her hand weakly, "Alright, I'll look for a new script for you. Be sure to take care of the wound on your head and apply the medicine on time so it won't scar, okay?"
Maeve Lane smiled, "Yeah, thank you, Sutton."
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When she arrived at Crestfall Bay, it was just ten o'clock.
Maeve Lane quickened her pace and went straight to the main door.
Mrs. Thompson stood at the door and sighed in relief when she saw Maeve Lane return, "Madam, you're finally back."
Maeve Lane glanced at the light from the study on the second floor, replying softly, "Mm."
Mrs. Thompson noticed her gaze and whispered, "Mr. Fairchild is in the study."
Maeve Lane half-raised her eyelids as she answered, "Mm, I know."
After speaking, she changed her shoes and went upstairs.
Mrs. Thompson placed Maeve Lane's bag in its place, with a bit of emotion.
She'd never seen a couple like them; Mr. Fairchild only returned at night, sometimes not even for ten or fifteen days.
They barely spoke a word to each other usually.
Maeve Lane first returned to the master bedroom.
Two years ago, she and Julian Fairchild got their marriage certificate. Though it was an arranged marriage made when they were young, she was no longer the heiress of the Lane Family, and a top-level family like the Fairchild Family could completely disregard such a marriage.
At that time, she had nowhere to turn.
Her mother's surgery required a large sum of money.
But when she finally saw Julian Fairchild in person, her motive mixed with personal desire because—
The Fairchild Family's well-hidden second young master.
Turned out to be her... ex-boyfriend.
Distracted, Maeve Lane opened the bedroom door, and as soon as her hand touched the switch, it was gripped by a strong force.