Chapter 1065: Chapter 1065: Trickery
For an entire week, Annie Anne remained out of action.
It wasn’t until Mia Carter was discharged from the hospital that they rescheduled her for appearances.
Perhaps because of the lesson learned last time, after Mia Carter’s discharge, she avoided direct conflict with Annie Anne by all means.
She even refrained from appearing on the same set as her.
On the rare occasion they had scenes together, the other actress followed the rules closely, and there was none of the previous trouble.
This made Annie Anne even more bored—if it hadn’t been for a few more scenes to shoot, she would’ve been the first to skedaddle.
That day, Annie Anne had just finished a night scene.
Her entire body ached from the wirework, feeling as if her skeleton no longer belonged to her.
"Annie, just bear with it a little longer, there might be a few more shots to make up later. We’ll take off the harness when it’s all done," her assistant consoled in a soothing tone and finished making her a cup of coffee.
"I’m fine, you don’t need to worry."
Annie Anne shook her head; such minor pain was hardly worth mentioning to her.
What she had been through was a hundred, no, a thousand times more painful.
"I’ll go find some ointment for the bruises and be right back," said the assistant, before dashing off toward the storage room.
Annie Anne was amused by his anxious demeanor, and she used her hands to ease the soreness in her arms.
"Annie, you did a great job with that scene. There are very few actors as good as you these days."
The director managed to appear beside Annie Anne at some point, continuously looking at her with admiring eyes.
She showed no emotion, just shook her head helplessly, "Thank you, director. You flatter me."
"I should be the one thanking you. I thought this drama was hopeless, but having seen your character, I believe the audience will love it."
She listened to the director’s generous praise.
There wasn’t the slightest ripple in Annie Anne’s heart; she didn’t act for applause or admiration.
She just wanted to hide in the lives of different characters and temporarily forget the battered self that was her reality.
And it had proven to be very effective.
Because there were more appearances to be made for this drama, she simply had no energy left to think about anything else.
It seemed she couldn’t let go of this "hobby."
...
On the other hand, the assistant had intended to fetch some ointment from the warehouse for sprains and injuries.
But after searching for quite a while without success, he decided to buy some later at the pharmacy to keep in the car.
Just as he was about to return to the set,
he suddenly spotted a familiar figure in front of the props room—it was... Mia Carter?
Shouldn’t she have left after finishing her scene? Why was she still here?
There must be another reason!
Unable to figure it out, the assistant slowed down and cautiously followed her.
He saw Mia Carter wrap her scarf tightly around herself, completely covering her head, and stealthily navigate through areas without surveillance.
She didn’t leave any traces, and to anyone watching, it looked like she was about to do something dodgy.
The assistant followed Mia Carter into the prop room, which housed various props the crew would need soon.
Mia Carter scanned the room and finally focused on a ladder leaning against the wall.
She slowly approached the ladder, pulled out a screwdriver from her bosom, and a cruel smile stained her beautiful lips.
"This will do. I hope that bitch falls to her death!"