<h4>Chapter 373: Behind-the-Scenes Scandals</h4>


    "Amanda, are you okay?" E rushed over, scrutinizing her from head to toe.


    If not for the worn-out cotton sofa Eric had just kicked into ce, Amanda would have fallen badly, possibly suffering bruises or even a fracture!


    That person clearly didn’t want this film to proceed smoothly!


    "I’m fine, luckily Mr. Nelson reacted quickly..." Amanda’splexion began to improve, and E quietly breathed a sigh of relief.


    Tiffany and the others quickly consoled Amanda as well, while E watched discreetly from the side.


    Tiffany’s concern for Amanda seemed genuine—undeniably so.


    Yet, something still felt off to E. Tiffany’s actions... Why did they feel so familiar?


    "What happened? Didn’t you check the harness properly?" Eric turned coldly toward the staff.


    "Mr. Nelson, we did check it, but during the break right before shooting, we didn’t double-check it!" a staff member stammered nervously.


    Eric cast a sharp nce at the production supervisor. "Make sure to be more thorough from now on. If Amanda had fallen, could you afford the consequences?"


    "Yes, Mr. Nelson, you’re absolutely right!" the supervisor hurriedly responded.


    Amanda quickly regained herposure. After sipping some tea to calm her nerves, she dove back into filming.


    Her performance became increasingly captivating—so much so that even Tiffany couldn’t overshadow her, despite being in the foreground!


    E stood on the sidelines, her expression dark as ink.


    Two hourster, Mia arrived with arge bag of snacks. While Amanda eagerly reached for some, the other supporting actresses hesitated out of politeness.


    "Thanks, Mia! Why don’t you stick around this time?" E said expectantly.


    "Of course! How could I refuse when you ask? Plus, I love watching filming!" Mia replied enthusiastically.


    However, the moment she spotted Eric, she quickly lowered her head. "Mr. Nelson!"


    Eric gave a slight nod. "Take good care of E."


    Mia grinned and nodded brightly.


    Tiffany’s gaze lingered briefly on the cheerful Mia, her expression unreadable.


    E carried the bag back to her room, with Mia trailing behind.


    Once inside, E shut the door and retrieved two delicate boxes, handing them to Mia. "Mia, you understand, don’t you? There’s no signal here, no way to make a call, so..."


    Mia, being sharp, caught on immediately. "Got it!"


    After handing over the boxes, E paused in thought. "Whoever tampered with the equipment clearly doesn’t want the movie I chose to seed. But I haven’t offended anyone here."


    Mia chuckled. "You’re Mrs. Nelson—there are plenty of people jealous of you."


    E shook her head. "Tiffany? She reminds me so much of... Hannah."


    Over the past three years, if Hannah had grown, she might have reached Tiffany’s level by now—especially with the backing of the Miller family.


    But Hannah was currently in S City; they were two entirely different people.


    Maybe... Tiffany was trained by Hannah?


    The thought made E shake her head again.


    What a tangled mess. The more she thought about it, the less sense it made.


    "Forget it. Let the evidence do the talking!" E sighed, her instincts telling her it wasn’t that simple.


    While roaming the room, Mia noticed a red blinking light on a watch. Following the direction of the indicator, she found a tiny object hidden nearby.


    Her expression darkened as she handed the item to E.


    E nced at it, then let out a coldugh.


    Dinner that evening was catered by Nelson Group’s luxury hotel, ensuring the food was of exceptional quality.


    Outside the small cottage, E and Eric sat on the grass, their affection for each other evident. Amanda discreetly snapped a photo of their backs and uploaded it to Twitter, delivering a sharp rebuttal to fans using Eric of favoritism toward her.


    The trolls were shameless. Tiffany hadnded the supporting actress role, but they still had the nerve to attack Eric. Amanda couldn’t help but feel indignant.


    After dinner, Richard pushed the cast to continue filming, rushing to meet deadlines but ensuring every detail was handled meticulously.


    E stayed on set until 9 PM before growing tired and retiring to her room with Mia.


    ...


    It was unclear how long she had been asleep when a sudden knock at the door jolted her awake.


    E sat up, startled. Mia, looking serious, opened the door to find Tiffany’s assistant, Allison, standing there in a state of panic.


    "Ms. Davis..." Allison stammered.


    E walked over, her voice calm but tinged with fatigue. "What is it?"


    Allison hesitated, then blurted out, "I... I think I saw something I shouldn’t have!"


    E frowned, still groggy. "What exactly did you see?"


    Allison’s expression grew grim. "I... I saw Mr. Nelson and Amanda together..."


    Several actors, who were on break, overheard the exchange and gathered around. E let out a coldugh. "Where?"


    Allison pointed nervously ahead. "The seventh lounge."


    The seventh lounge was Eric’s temporary rest area. Though the house was modest, it was suitable for use as a private space.


    The group moved toward the lounge en masse, with E following close behind, her gaze fixed on Allison.


    Allison was Tiffany’s assistant. Having her bring this up made sense—it created a convenient scapegoat should things go wrong.


    At the door to the lounge, everyone stopped, the door firmly shut. The crowd turned to E, awaiting her reaction.


    Mia frowned, uneasy with all the scheming. She couldn’t help worrying—if Eric truly was involved with Amanda, could E handle it?


    E’s expression was stormy, as if she believed Allison’s im. She knocked several times, but there was no response.


    "Ms. Davis, kick it down already! What if they’re..." Allison urged anxiously, as though afraid of what they might find.


    E delivered a strong kick to the door, which promptly split in two and crashed to the ground. The quality of the house left much to be desired.


    Inside, there was only a bed, a chair, and a few scattered pieces of clothing—but the bed was empty.


    Allison’s face went pale as she lowered her gaze, unable to meet E’s mocking, icy stare. "I-I swear, I saw them go in together!"


    "Oh? And now that the room is empty, how do you exin that?" E said with a lightugh. "Allison, even though you’re Ms. Fox’s assistant, I won’t tolerate baseless usations."


    The gathered actors, disappointed by the anticlimax, began to criticize Allison for jumping to conclusions.


    Tears welled in Allison’s eyes. She hadn’t anticipated this oue. "I’m sorry, I must have been mistaken. Maybe they only went in briefly and left... I just—I was worried..."