Chapter 677: Chapter 677: Recording
The second episode was about to start filming. Charlotte Thompson had taken a few days off, and early the next morning she changed her clothes and hurried to the set.
Almost everyone was there, the parking lot filled with cars.
Coco arrived ten minutes early and saw Charlotte, excitedly waving to her, "Sis, over here!"
Charlotte raised her eyebrows slightly, closed the car door, and walked towards Coco in high heels, her bright red skirt flouncing in the wind.
The two walked side by side into the dressing room, only to find someone already inside when they pushed the door open.
Coco held the door, slightly puzzled, and took a step back to look at the room number.
The dazzling characters on it read: Charlotte Thompson.
After seeing it clearly, she took a few more steps forward, peered inside, and asked in confusion, "Isn’t this my sister’s dressing room? You are..."
A woman was sitting on the leather couch inside. She lifted her eyes at the sound of the voice, her eyes flashing with surprise, and then she chuckled lightly.
A hint of scorn flashed in her eyes. Before she could speak, her assistant, dressed professionally, interrupted.
"This is amusing."
The assistant’s scornful gaze fell on Coco, and she sneered, "Our Zoe can be anywhere she wants. What does it have to do with you?"
Upon hearing this, Coco’s eyes widened slightly.
She had never seen such a brazen person before, somebody who could occupy someone else’s room so unashamedly.
She pointed at the door sign, "Of course it has to do with us. Did you see the characters on it?"
Her tone paused, "They’re my sister Charlotte’s name, okay?"
"So what?" The assistant sneered, "Do you know Zoe’s status? The number of her fans on every platform is nearly ten million. Even if she were to buy this dressing room, who would dare to say no?"
Features hardened in disbelief, Coco futilely clenched her tight fist at her side, eyes flitting over to the woman lounging on the leather sofa.
She had seen that woman on TV before, named Zoe Anne, a rising star, whose excellent face and acting skills had made her a fresh wave in the entertainment industry.
However, Coco never expected such a fuss from her.
Not only Zoe, her assistant was just like her.
Charlotte nodded slightly, eyes narrowing.
The entertainment industry was a muddy water, and people like Zoe, who had a fan base, would certainly take advantage of it.
Meeting her gaze, Zoe sipped the coffee from her cup, put it down slowly, then stood up and casually walked towards Charlotte.
Coco watched her warily, stepping in front of Charlotte and asked, "What are you doing?"
The latter stood still before her, hands crossed over her chest, then gazed at her, scoffed, "Who do you think you are, daring to stand in my way?" The woman’s tone was audacious.
Charlotte furrowed her brow, stepped forward, pulled Coco behind her, and met the woman’s domineering gaze.
She lifted her eyelids indifferently, her voice devoid of emotion: "Miss Anne, you are free to stay in this dressing room, but please, watch your manners."
The woman in front of her was provoking her non-stop.
"You’re just a designer, where do you get the courage to teach me how to act?"
Upon hearing that, Charlotte wasn’t angry or annoyed. She lifted the phone in her hand leisurely, shook it in front of Zoe.
This was the recording interface.
She chuckled lightly, pressed the play button, and Zoe’s voice began to echo slowly in the air.