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    “But didn’t we do this scenest time? Another round seems unnecessary. I’m confident I can deliver a strong performance.” Rosalee’s refusal was immediate and firm.


    The director spoke in an authoritative tone, “I’m the director. As an actress, it’s your job to follow my instructions.”


    Since Rosalee had been cast as a prostitute, her costume left little to the imagination, showcasing her thighs andplementing her captivating appearance.


    To her shock, during a scene where she was meant to seduce a man, the director brazenly ripped off her costume.


    She clutched the torn fabric to her chest, stepping back. Her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and rage. “Director, what on earth do you think you’re doing?”


    “Don’t y innocent, you scheming woman. Aren’t you here to trade your body for better roles and resources? Have sex with me, and I’ll guarantee you the lead in my next movie.” Rosalee was ying the supporting actress in this movie.


    The director had long harbored a desire for her, yearning for intimacy. During theirst encounter, he had used a simr excuse, embracing her and tenderly touching her. Since then, he couldn’t shake the memory, even finding himself fantasizing about being with her.


    With a sinister grin, the director slowly approached Rosalee. “I have given the crew the day off, leaving just you and me here. You are staying with me today.”


    The tension in the director’s small office was palpable.


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    Rosalee clutched the torn edges of her costume, desperately trying to maintain her modesty. With a trembling voice, she confronted the director. “Hans Boyd is my boyfriend. How could you do this to me?”


    The director’sughter echoed in the room, filled with disdain as he looked at Rosalee. “Hanses from a wealthy and powerful family. However, you are just an actress. He will discard you eventually. Who is going to believe in your innocence? Don’t forget, you are in showbiz.”


    The director looked at her lecherously. “Plenty of actresses have climbed to fame by selling their bodies. Since you’ve chosen this industry, you have to y by its rules.”


    This unspoken rule was well-known in the entertainment industry. Rosalee had heard whispers of it when she first started acting, but she had never been confronted with it so directly. Whenever possible, she had defied it, even bringing her assistant along to events, fearful of being caught inpromising situations.


    Clutching her cor with determination, she exerted all her strength to wrench the door open. “I won’tply! You cannot force me!”


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