There was a look of madness in Maeve Lane's eyes, but it was quickly suppressed by reason.
Her mother was still waiting for her to take care of her.
If she wanted revenge, it wouldn't be now.
She already knew who did it.
She had always thought it was an accident, not expecting that it was her own sister who gave her a lifelong unforgettable coming-of-age gift.
But if Sylvia Lane dared to say it, she must have been fully prepared.
And at that time, her mother's condition did not allow her any distraction.
"Little ancestor!! What are you doing!!" Sarah Sutton rushed in hurriedly, pulling Maeve's hand away and seeing Sylvia Lane's hand fractured, her right hand still covering her face. She was startled and anxiously said to Maeve, "What did you promise me before you came here! What's going on?"
The curtain was pulled open, and sunlight spilled in.
The film crew's photographer and some staff stood at the door watching the commotion.
Maeve resumed her previous demeanor, indifferently saying, "Slipped hand."
Sarah Sutton was sweating profusely, "A slip of the hand can fracture someone's bones!"
Maeve half-lowered her eyebrows, and even though this excuse was blatantly false and anyone could tell, she did not explain. Her eyes remained cold, her profile stunningly beautiful.
It seemed Sylvia Lane had just recovered from the pain, tears falling down her cheeks, "Maeve, I know you don't like me, but you can't be so heavy-handed. It's okay if I'm alone and injured, but I'm supposed to be filming, and doing this delays the whole crew's work."
Upon hearing this, everyone gave Maeve a condemning look.
At this moment, the director and Julian Fairchild, who heard the news, also arrived at the door.
Maeve met Julian Fairchild's gaze and didn't look away. Instead, she stared steadily at him, her gaze complex.
Julian Fairchild's eyes darkened.
He walked over to Sylvia Lane, glanced at her injuries, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go to the hospital first."
Sylvia Lane was rarely shown such concern by Julian Fairchild, somewhat flattered, she nodded.
Before long, everyone surrounded Sylvia Lane and left.
Only Maeve was left alone.
She recalled Julian Fairchild's look just now.
Indifferent, even somewhat annoyed.
Walking out of the lounge, the way people looked at her had changed.
Whispering voices reached her ears.
——"Looks like there might be some truth to those things online. Maeve Lane is unexpectedly this arrogant and domineering."
——"It's only the first day, who knows to what extent things will escalate later."
——"Both with the surname Lane, but Sylvia is much more adorable than Maeve. She's gentle and considerate, without the airs of a big star. Who does Maeve think she is, to dare to oppose Sylvia?"
Someone had already uploaded the scene online, instantly causing a huge uproar!
——"Who the hell is this Maeve from the lower ranks, daring to hit our Sylvia? Are the crew members all dead?"
——"Sylvia's wrist is obviously fractured, and Maeve is just standing there indifferently watching. How can she be so cold-blooded?!"
——"No wonder she isn't famous! Is she jealous of our Sylvia? How can the crew let any random person come act?"
——"So pissed off, what company is this Maeve from to be so arrogant? She hits someone and still acts so righteously?"
Maeve sat in the nanny car, thinking that this film was basically doomed for her again.
Since her debut, there have been two reasons she wasn't popular.
First, Anson Lane always interfered with her auditions, and the roles she got would always be replaced by his connections.
After a year in the industry, she could only play a few minor roles.
No exposure, no matter how beautiful, you can't become famous.
Second was because of her face.
Whether it was the unwanted attention it attracted or the impression it gave.
Her beauty was too aggressive, and she didn't like to smile.
So it was difficult for others to like her.