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    “It’s good that you are fine. Let’s head inside where it’s warm,” he urged, his voice tinged with relief.


    Tiffany offered a small nod, and they made their way inside, following the others.


    Brenton called out, looking back towards his family.


    “After such an ordeal, a celebration is in order. I’ll have the housekeeper set up some fine wine and a feast.”


    Lonnie agreed enthusiastically.


    “Indeed, let’s uncork the century-old wine.”


    In a soft tone, Harlee expressed her preference.


    “I’m in the mood for some barbecue.”


    Rhys, still nearby with snacks and drinks in hand, whispered into Harlee’s ear.


    “I’ll prepare it for you.”


    “Alright.”


    A delighted smile spread across Harlee’s face.


    The next day, Harlee nned to head to the film set. She was determined to closely monitor the actors’ performances for the next three days.


    Before she set off, in the sleeping quarters, Rhysy back casually, his shirt partially undone to reveal the defined contours of his abs. His sleeves were pushed up to his forearms, highlighting his muscr physique.


    He pulled Harlee closer with a leisurely gesture, his breath mint-fresh as it mingled in the space between them. Harlee’s gaze fell on his strikingly attractive face, inches from her own. Her lips curled into a teasing smirk. She arched an eyebrow elegantly and rested her hand on his sculpted abdomen. Was this his yful attempt to distract her before her departure?


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    Inching forward, her eyelids drooped seductively as she scrutinized Rhys. Her tone was serious.


    “Are you certain?”


    Rhys’ eyes followed her hand as it traveled across his torso. His voice deepened with a husky timbre upon hearing her question.


    “Yes, I’m positive that’s what I desire.”


    With a light “oh,” Harlee tapped his abs sharply.


    “Is that sufficient? If not, I’m prepared to continue.”


    She then paused, announcing, “Hold on,” and departed, her phone in hand, without a backward nce.


    A flicker of helplessness crossed Rhys’ expression. Harlee always had a way of disrupting the mood. He gazed at the mark left by her p on his abs. Was that what he meant?


    Over the next three days on set, everyone adjusted to two things whenever Harlee upied the director’s chair.


    The first thing was that no matter the quality of their performance, the actors’ first move post-scene was to seek Harlee’s appraisal. Absent her approval, signified by the word “good,” they were quick to request a redo. Even during demanding scenes that called for tough stunts like dives or cliff jumps, they would persistently demand another attempt. If the director hesitated, they would respond, “I want to make it perfect. You wouldn’t turn me down just because you’re worried about dying the filming, would you?” With that, the director would be left with no choice but to agree.


    The second thing was that, regardless of how the filming went that day, Harlee would leave as soon as eight hours had passed. Even if the actors requested another take after seeing her reaction, she would stand up and leave without hesitation. This promptness inspired the actors to perfect their timing, setting rms to ensure Harlee was present during their scenes.


    As thest day of shooting came to a close and the hour approached, all the actors simultaneously turned their gaze toward Harlee. Even those in the middle of filming paused. A collective thought hung in the air: How had three days passed so quickly?


    Harlee’s critical insights had intensified the actors’ efforts, noticeably elevating the quality of the scenes she oversaw. Each performer, regardless of their role’s prominence, aspired to leave their mark. Their reluctance to part with Harlee was evident. A flicker of hope still remained among them.


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