Chapter 332 The Falling Dog Show


    <b>Leslie’s </b>POV


    I sat beside the director, watching Carl strike poses in front of the camera.


    His looks worked to his advantage, but his acting was so bad it was painful to watch.


    He was ying a paranoid alpha who, after hurting his mate, tried to win forgiveness by throwing himself into the water for pity.


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    Finished


    Carl stiffly recited his lines, then jumped straight into the pool without hesitation. The director cursed under his breath. “Good enough, next!”


    The night air was already close to freezing, and the pool water was even colder.


    Wolves could endure low temperatures, but for an Omega like Carl, plunging into water like that was anything but easy.


    The moment he dragged himself out, an assistant rushed over with a nket to dry him off.


    The director, probably because I was there, held back from demanding more. Just as he was about to settle, I let the silence stretch before speaking lightly. “The performance isn’t there. He should do it again—keep going until he finds the right state.”


    Carl froze, and so did the director.


    I curved my lips in a smile. Asphodel’s excitement finally red. “Perfect, Leslie! That’s how it should be–let everyone watch the drowning dog!”


    The director and crew all stared, the air tightening for a moment.


    I sat unmoving beside the director, my face expressionless as my pine–scented pheromones spread faintly, edged with cold pressure. That one simplemand-“do it again“-made it clear to everyone that there was nothing between me and Carl.


    The director snapped out of it, shouting with sudden enthusiasm. “Stop wasting time! Reset and start over!”


    Carl turned pitiful eyes on me, silently begging for help.


    I ignored him, focusing on the equipment in front of me as though I hadn’t seen a thing.


    Left with no choice, Carl had to throw himself back into the water.


    Once. Twice. Three times… Eleven jumps in all. By the end, his lips were purple and his eyes


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    Chapter 332 The Falling Dog Show


    were wild. The director finally waved him off. “That’s enough, go rest!”


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    Finished


    Carl trembled like a leaf, clutching the nket around him, too drained even to look at me.


    I smiled faintly. This guy thought he could be my cash cow? He should first prove he had what it takes.


    The director called it a night, then turned to me with a grateful grin. “Leslie, thanks to you…”


    I raised an eyebrow, my voice casual. “Carl still needs more training. Whatever scenes you can put him in, let him take them. Editing can handle the rest. A neer should put in the work, don’t you think?”


    The words sounded like I was helping Carl, but really, I was digging the hole deeper.


    The director, shrewd as ever, caught on instantly and gave me a knowing smile.


    Asphodel snorted. <i>Nicely </i><i>done</i><i>, </i>Leslie<i>! </i><i>Work </i><i>him </i><i>until </i><i>he can’t </i><i>crawl </i><i>back </i>up!


    Carl’s assistant approached nervously. “Leslie, would you like the driver to take you home?”


    I nodded slightly. “Three hours from now, remind Carl he has an ad to shoot.”


    The assistant bobbed his head quickly, his eyes filled with awe.


    Carl wanted to treat me like a rich sponsor. I intended to turn him into my money tree.


    Mutual needs, perfectly fair.


    After giving my instructions, I returned to my ce. It was alreadyte. Rest was the only thing that mattered.


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