Chapter 844: Chapter 844 Have You Finished Speaking_1
The plot trajectory of such stories, if not for the exquisite acting of Best Actress Crystal Quach, would have easily stumbled on a landmine, getting lambasted for having a "love-struck brain."
As a film adaptation, it’s an even greater challenge, demanding absolutely high standards for the actors’ performances.
Unfortunately, what the producers value most isn’t the acting.
Sitting on a chair, Hannah rested her head on her hand and watched Jack Stewart, who was still busily bustling about, "When I first took this script, I actually thought you were going to have me audition for Emerald."
Emerald, originally named Cui Ying, was a woman of loose morals who, by a twist of fate, was taken into the palace by the emperor; although promiscuous, she was the number one beauty in the harem and enjoyed immense favor. Of course, her ending wasn’t pleasant either.
Because she had an affair with a guard, she was eventually torn apart by five horses.
Hearing this, Jack Stewart stopped in his tracks, cast an irritated glance her way, "Can’t you have a bit more ambition for yourself?"
"Isn’t it ambitious to be the number one beauty?" Hannah raised her eyebrow, a smile playing in her eyes, "Besides, there’s no distinction between big and small roles. Compared to the female lead who’s infatuated with the emperor till death, Emerald at least made the male lead wear an unfaithful hat, which is way better."
Jack Stewart choked, finding Hannah’s reasoning somewhat sound.
Indeed, when "The Palace Wall" was broadcasted, many netizens indeed wished the female lead would fight back, focus on her career, but the ending still left a sense of regret.
"Really, I... I can’t argue with you!" Jack Stewart conceded for once.
As he stood up preparing to leave, Hannah grabbed his sleeve again.
Lifting her head, her eyes shone like two beautiful gems, dazzling whether they caught the light or not, softening one’s heart, and even her voice was coaxingly soft, "So, should I still play Emerald?"
Feeling his sleeve gently shaken twice, Jack Stewart came back to his senses, "You’re auditioning for the empress, not Emerald."
Hannah blinked and then released Jack Stewart’s sleeve, "I forgot."
Jack Stewart let out a sigh, and seeing Hannah once again lost in the world of the mirror, he had no choice but to turn and leave.
The door closed.
He looked down at his now slightly crumpled sleeve and sighed deeply, "This is really killing me."
After saying that, he quickly walked away.
While waiting for Hughs Stewart, Hannah took a phone call.
It was from George River.
This time the man was exceptionally patient, changing phone numbers repeatedly, displaying his domineering boss demeanor.
He tirelessly recounted the events of the past two years, in exhaustive detail, like a reformed scoundrel suddenly coming to his senses. Always playing the emotional card, his words carried the confident undertone of "I know you still love me."
The man had a pleasing voice, probably just like the novels describe—a deep and mellow cello that could make one subconsciously think of his affectionate and tender face, even when only hearing his voice.
Hannah’s fingertips tapped on a lipstick tube on the desk, and with a slight glance aside, she could see the innocent and radiant face in the mirror. She smiled, her voice tinged with impatience, "Director River, are you done with your story for today? You love talking about that flower pot so much; you might as well get a part-time job at the flower market. I’m sure with your looks, you’d do good business."
The original Hannah loved to grow flowers—it wasn’t merely a hobby, but rather a feeling that having a few living plants in an empty villa made it feel less empty and more like home.
Unfortunately, after she was gone, the flowers also withered, to the point where a gust of wind could scatter their remains, irretrievable.
George River’s eyes dimmed, he raised his hand to rub the throbbing pain at his temple.
