Possessed No More: The True Star Returns to Claim Her Throne-Chapter 61: Taking a Plane

But for some reason, two months ago, the female lead’s luck surged, and they couldn’t get a single point of resentment value from her anymore.

That’s when the host started to panic.

"She’s just some wild girl from the countryside. Crushing her is as easy as crushing an ant. At worst, I’ll just get her blacklisted. We’ll see how she makes a name for herself in the entertainment industry then!"

System: ’I’ll just listen and keep my mouth shut.’

...

After finishing her morning scenes, Riley Perry went and sat next to Director Miles again. The old man’s attitude toward her today was exceptionally good, as if she were a porcelain doll he was afraid would accidentally get chipped or cracked.

"How are you feeling? Is your body okay? If you’re too tired, it’s fine to rest for another couple of days," Director Miles whispered.

Riley Perry shook her head. "I’m fine. I have a strong constitution and recover quickly. Besides, the whole crew is rushing to stay on schedule. How could I hold everyone back?"

Director Miles was incredibly gratified. He had really made the right choice when he’d picked Riley Perry for his cast at first sight. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"What do you want for lunch? I’ll have my assistant buy something for you separately."

Riley Perry’s eyes instantly lit up. "Really? Such a great offer? In that case, I want the shrimp and crab hot pot, and chicken soup."

"Alright, alright. I’ll have Shaw order it for you right away. You should eat more good food to build up your strength."

Many of the other actors on set saw this and came over to tease Director Miles. "Director, aren’t you being a little biased? Treating only Riley Perry? We want some chicken soup too!"

"Get lost, all of you! Can you compare to Riley Perry? This girl is working while she’s still recovering. If she doesn’t eat well and gets sick from exhaustion, are you going to film her scenes for her?"

Miles Ford sat in a corner of the set. He glanced over before quickly looking away. He was no longer in the mood to prey on young starlets in the crew, because he had lost his... function.

What infuriated him most was that this news had somehow leaked, and now his wife was trying to divorce him!

He had been at his wit’s end with his wife these past few days. If they divorced, he would have to give half of his assets to that old woman. If they didn’t, she threatened to expose him online.

But even if they did divorce, he couldn’t guarantee his wife wouldn’t say something online anyway.

Because of all these troubles, the director had to call "cut" on him several times during the morning’s scenes. He was utterly humiliated.

...

At two in the afternoon, Riley Perry couldn’t help but click her tongue as she looked at the man in a baseball cap in the corner of the set. Rocco noticed her gaze and asked curiously, "Ria, what are you looking at?"

Riley Perry averted her gaze and fanned herself with the script in her hand. ’What else could I be looking at? I’m just thinking that the people sent to my side are all quite resourceful. Every one of them manages to infiltrate the film set without a work pass.’

Suddenly, she remembered something. "Now that Raymond Warren is finished, are the three of you going back soon?"

She had just seen it—Gary Lewis and that guy named Sparky were working as extras again today. Gary Lewis even had a line.

’They’re getting paid by their boss and earning extra cash on the side. It almost makes me want to quit acting and become a paparazzi.’

Rocco said, "The boss told us to stick with you, Ria. We won’t leave unless he calls us back."

"Go do something for me."

Rocco immediately agreed. "Just say the word, Ria. I’ll get it done for you."

Riley Perry wrote down the names of two side dishes and gave them to Rocco. "The chicken soup from lunch was good. Go to that same restaurant and order another portion for me. Have them put it in a thermal container."

Her scenes for the afternoon were already finished, so she decided to just go straight back to her hotel.

After Rocco left, she sent a message asking Samson Sinclair to come over.

Samson Sinclair walked over, stopped, and adjusted his baseball cap. He asked respectfully, "Miss Perry, you needed me for something?"

"I have something I want to send to your Mr. Sinclair. Could you run an errand for me in a bit?"

Samson Sinclair nodded. "Of course."

An hour later, Riley Perry handed the purchased items to Samson Sinclair. "Sorry to trouble you. Be careful on the road."

Samson Sinclair took the items with both hands, a hint of warmth appearing on his face. "It’s no trouble at all. It’s what I should do."

’Their Young Master always forgets to eat when he gets busy, so his stomach has never been very good. But his parents never care whether he eats on time or if his stomach is bothering him. They just constantly pressure him, demanding this and that.’

’In contrast, Miss Perry is thousands of miles away, yet she’s still thinking of sending soup for the Young Master to drink. The Young Master will surely be very happy when he receives this gift.’

After Samson Sinclair left, Rocco thought about it for a long while before deciding to report the matter.

’I’m not sure what Mr. Locke’s intentions are toward Miss Perry. You could say he likes her, but he hasn’t made any move.’

’But if you said he doesn’t like her, then why would he send the three of us here to look after Miss Perry?’

’But whether he likes her or not, it’s a fact that Miss Perry saved Mr. Locke’s life. It’s a certainty that Mr. Locke wants to protect her.’

’So, I’ll just report what happens and not get involved in anything else.’

...

That evening, after signing a contract with the head of the international Synergy Group, Cole Sinclair attended a small celebration party. It was almost ten o’clock by the time he got home.

Coincidentally, the chicken soup Riley Perry had ordered was air-freighted to the villa. The butler smelled a strong scent of alcohol on his Young Master from a distance. He stepped forward to take the suit jacket the Young Master had taken off. "Young Master, you drank quite a bit today, didn’t you?"

"As it happens, Miss Perry sent you some chicken soup. Would you like a bowl to warm your stomach?"

Cole Sinclair froze. "What? She’s back?"

The old butler’s face immediately crinkled into a huge smile. He held up the thermal container that had just arrived and waved it in front of Cole Sinclair. "No, Miss Riley Perry had it specially sent back for you. She’s concerned about your health."

’Miss Perry is so thoughtful! She hasn’t returned herself, but she sent chicken soup from so far away. The Young Master is going to be moved to tears!’

’Young people these days are so creative with their courtship!’

Cole Sinclair wasn’t in the habit of eating late at night, but this was the first time someone had shown concern for his well-being.

"Bring it to my room."

The old butler beamed and complied. "Yes, Young Master."

Cole Sinclair’s room was very large. The thermal container was placed on the coffee table in the living area, with a set of tableware next to it.

After washing his hands, he opened the thermal container and took out the contents one by one: two side dishes, a bowl of fish fillet congee, and a container of chicken soup.

The side dishes were in separate containers and were meant to be eaten cold. The fish fillet congee smelled fragrant without the slightest hint of fishiness. The oil had been skimmed cleanly from the ginseng chicken soup, with a few dark green scallions floating on top.

The meal was simple, but it was light, nutritious, and perfect for after a night of drinking.

Cole Sinclair ladled a bowl of chicken soup and took a sip. The soup was still genuinely hot, and a warmth spread through his stomach as he drank. It was fragrant and delicious. After finishing the bowl of soup, he ladled a bowl of the fish fillet congee and began to eat silently, along with the two side dishes.

He ate the late-night meal slowly and methodically for half an hour, leaving almost nothing behind.

He took the tableware to the kitchen himself, washed it clean, and set the thermal container aside.

After returning to his room, he immediately sent Riley Perry a message: "Got the food. It was delicious."

...