After speaking, the director angrily added, "With that temper of his, I expected this result. Just because he's acted for a few years, he thinks he's big stuff. Little does he know, there are plenty more well-known people in this circle than him."

Suddenly, he thought of the person in front of him, who was indeed quite a big name.

The director quickly shut his mouth, smiling as he said, "You take a rest. Don't worry, I will pay you double the agreed salary. There's a lot I need to handle outside, so I won't be coming back to notify you."

"Alright, director, you go ahead and get busy." Aurelia Shaw watched the director leave in a hurry, her eyes deepened slightly.

She opened her phone, searched online, and surprisingly didn't see a single rumor about her.

The netizens shifted their speculation to another actress in the crew.

Aurelia looked up at the actress sharing the makeup room with her. Although the actress didn't know who leaked the photos, she was quite pleased. After all, she was the victim, and being the biggest beneficiary, the netizens would sympathize and be more lenient with her.

"Strange, I thought all the actresses in the crew would be implicated." Amanda Fuller whispered.

Aurelia mulled it over briefly and figured out what was going on.

It must be related to a certain man.

...

The film was on hold, and Aurelia, after removing her makeup, planned to leave. As soon as she stepped out, she saw a black Maserati parked by the roadside.

It seemed to have spotted her, as Mason Nightshade got out of the car. His tall, straight figure always garnered attention, and he was wearing sunglasses that, surprisingly, were a women's style.

Aurelia couldn't help but chuckle.

Secretly wearing her sunglasses again.

However, he at least understood the need for disguise, coming to the crew to pick her up without making his intentions too obvious.

Mason took Aurelia's hand, slightly furrowing his brow, and softly reproached, "Didn't I tell you to wear gloves when going out?" How are your hands still so cold?

"Not stylish," Aurelia said reasonably.

She was a celebrity, mindful of her image. Even the slightest flaw could be exploited by reporters.

She didn't care much for that, but the fashion queen persona she worked so hard to build would collapse, and creating a new image would require significant effort, something she wasn't keen on committing to.

Because there were many things she had to do.

Mason warmed her hands, breathing on her fingers. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a sneaky figure, his brows furrowed slightly without betraying any emotion, a hint of harshness flashing across his eyes.

Though he longed to announce his "underground relationship," he really, really disliked anyone taking pictures of his woman without his consent.

Especially if there were ulterior motives.

With a look at Gustavo Yates, Mason led Aurelia into the car.

Aurelia glanced back. She had sensed someone was secretly photographing them earlier, and even if Mason didn't want someone to handle it, she would have Amanda handle it.

Some flies were indeed too annoying.

It seemed... she had been too soft for a long time.

Aurelia took out her phone, a sly smile playing on her crimson lips as she sent a text message. This covert affront made her suddenly remember certain things from a past life, making her regret letting Eleanor Spencer off so easily.

She must be bored in the mental hospital; she was utterly bored at the time. So, she needed to find some entertainment for her.

How could she just let it slide so easily?