Chapter 331 A Show to Watch


    <b>Leslie’s </b>POV


    Finished


    I got into Carl’s secondhand van, where a stranger sat at the wheel and a bony assistant perched nearby. Both greeted me with exaggerated respect, heads lowered, not daring to look me in the


    eye.


    Carl sat beside me, grinning like he’d struck gold, his excitement impossible to hide. I understood why–just me agreeing to step into his car was already a great honor in his eyes.


    I shot him a nce, letting my pine–scented pheromones drift faintly into the air, tinged with impatience.


    “Leslie, want something to eat?” Carl asked cautiously, his eager–to–please tone enough to make anyone’s skin crawl.


    I arched a brow, my voice steady. “Don’t you have work tonight?”


    Before he could answer, I added, “Take me to your filming location. I’ve never been on a movie set before.”


    A flicker of delight lit Carl’s eyes, though he forced his expression to stay casual. “Sure…”


    Asphodel muttered nearby, puzzled. “What scheme are you pulling this time? You really mean to tie yourself to this stand–in?”


    I didn’t bother exining. I sent back a thought through our mental link: <i>Just </i><i>wait </i><i>and </i><i>enjoy </i><i>the </i>show.


    “As long as Leslie wants it, we can go anywhere!” Carl’s grin grew more fawning. With that face so reminiscent of Kirby paired with such sycophantic eyes, it was revolting.


    My chest tightened. If Kirby ever saw this expression, he’d probably send Carl flying with a single punch. Now, that would be a scene worth watching.


    I turned my head away, <i>too </i>annoyed to look at him anymore. Carl, oblivious to my mood, basked in the glow of his own fantasy of overnight fame, smiling like an idiot.


    The car rolled into the set, a shabby ce that made me frown.


    It was a low–budget production. The lighting was harsh, and the scattered staff rushed around, drenched in sweat, murmuringints while juggling tasks. No one paid us the slightest


    attention.


    Carl helped me out of the car, fussing as he warned, “Leslie, careful with your step…”


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    Finished


    Chapter 331 A Show to Watch


    I smiled faintly and brushed his arm aside, walking off on my own.


    Did this Omega really think of me as his kind?


    I scanned the area. No one recognized me. Everyone was too busy to care who had arrived.


    Carl, dissatisfied, coughed loudly in a bid for attention.


    I shot him a sharp look, then curved my lips into a “gentle” smile. “Keep it low–key. Be careful


    you


    don’t get caught on camera.”


    He froze and straightened immediately, realizing he had nearly gotten himself into trouble.


    I walked straight to the director. He was stationed by several cameras, his face dark as if someone owed him money.


    When someone whispered a reminder, he lifted his head. Seeing me, he blinked in surprise before quickly forcing a smile. “Leslie…”


    I returned the smile politely. “Sorry to intrude.”


    The director’s face soured again when he spotted Carl behind me. “Carl, where the hell have you been? Don’t you realize you’ve got scenes tonight? Hundreds of people waiting on you alone!”


    Carl nced at me, eyes shing with arrogance and glee. “I’m sorry about tonight. I had something important to take care of.”


    The director’s face flushed with anger, ready to explode, but I cleared my throat, my voice crisp. “Director, Carl said he’s willing to reshoot tonight’s scenes, no matter howte it gets.”


    The people around us froze, and even Carl was stunned, clearly not expecting me to speak up for him.


    The director’s fury eased a little. He nodded. “Then start preparing.”


    Carl blinked at me, then at the director, confused. I gave him a smile. “This is the perfect chance for me to see you act. You’re not going to turn it down, are you?”


    He immediately stered on a grin and scurried off to get into makeup and costume, as if convinced his “acting talent” and face would leave me smitten.


    Asphodel yawned. <i>What’s </i><i>there </i><i>to </i><i>watch </i><i>in </i><i>acting</i>? <i>You </i><i>never </i><i>bothered </i><i>going </i><i>to </i><i>Kirby’s </i><i>shoots</i>, <i>no </i><i>matter </i><i>how </i><i>many </i><i>roles </i><i>he </i>took <i>on</i>.


    I told her to rx and wait. The real show hadn’t even started yet.


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    Burn in the Alpha Princess’s Wrath