It was afternoon when William received a call. The wedding photography studio called and informed him that the photos from the wedding had already been sorted out and could be claimed anytime. Originally, it was Timothy who had the idea to have photos of their wedding taken professionally. Nevertheless, William couldn't help being a little excited when their photos came out.
He hung up the call and thought about his remaining appointments for the day. If he went to get the photo album before picking up Mary at the shooting site, he would have enough time to show her the photos.
He wrapped up his work and bid a quick goodbye to Kevin before he rushed to the wedding photography studio.
On the shooting site of the Past of Republic of China.
"Director," Summer's assistant approached the director and said, "We have an appointment tonight. Would it be possible to leave now?"
"Let me check it first," the director flipped through the script and said, "Alright. You may also tell her substitute to go. The rest are all men's scenes."
"Noted. Thank you, director."
"Okay." The director dismissed her with a wave of his hand. He then turned around and shouted, "Hurry up, next scene!"
Mary was sitting in a corner and having a conversation with Victor.
"You don't need to come to me several times a day," Mary grumbled. "Why don't you use your breaks to rest instead of coming to chat with me?"
"I was afraid you'll get bored." Victor smiled charmingly.
"I'll never be bored," Mary answered. "As a supervisor, it won't seem right if I'll be seen chatting with you often. If the director sees us and decides to punish me, my bonus will be on the line."
"He won't punish you because I'm with you." Victor did not take her warning seriously; he then asked, out of th
k towards her, closer and closer, step by step.
"What's wrong?" Victor asked Mary. Following her gaze, his eyes fell upon the dark-faced William.
Mary's facial expression had transitioned from shock to guilt, as if she had been caught cheating on her husband.
"Oh, why is the CEO here?" The director was a man with sharp eyes. He greeted William immediately as soon as he saw him.
William and the director were very close. But instead of looking at the director, he stared at Mary and said, "I came here to pick up my wife."
Hearing this, Mary felt that there was an ominous aura of foreboding, like a great storm was coming and the wind was whipping the building.
"Wow, Mr. Lan is such a considerate husband." The director continued, "She's over there. You'll find her there."
"Okay." William walked directly up to the two of them and asked, "Mary, have you acted in a scene?"
"Yes, I have." Bowing her head slightly, Mary couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye. She thought, 'Oh my God! He must be furious at me for filming without his permission and insulting his authority as the CEO.'
"Victor, let's go and get changed out of these costumes!"
"Yes, I'll join you in a few moments," Victor replied. He looked at William then at Mary. "Mary, I need to go now. That scene just now... You did an amazing job."
"Wait, I'll go with you to get changed!" Before Mary was able to dash to the dressing room, she was stopped by William by grabbing her arm.
"You're suddenly leaving me here?" Frowning, William stared at her.
"William, we are just going to change our clothes," Victor said to William. "Let go of her."
"Umm?" With a sneer, William narrowed his eyes dangerously and asked, "Mary, do you want me to let you go and let you change your clothes?"