A Beauty with Multiple Masks

Chapter 72,A Beauty with Multiple Masks

Lo and behold, Vinson handled the last scene superbly well. It went way beyond the director’s expectations. When the camera zoomed in, Vinson looked deeply into Arielle’s eyes as if she was the goddess that he truly adored and loved. It was unbelievably real! “Cut!” The director walked away from the monitor feeling smug. He clapped his hands and complimented the duo, “I’m so impressed with Ms. Sannie’s sensitivity toward the camera while you, Mr. Nightshire—your acting blew my mind away!

You’re so talented. It’s such a waste that you’re not considering to enter the show business…” Vinson found his comment ridiculous. What acting skills? All I did was accepted a cup of coffee, took a sip, and then stared at Arielle in the eyes. There wasn’t even a line uttered. Were there any skills required? Yet, he kept his thoughts to himself and listened to the director’s praise. He merely asked, “Is that all to the shoot?”

one take was simply perfect!” Upon hearing that, Vinson creased his forehead disapprovingly. Aren’t kissing scenes necessary in romantic dramas when the lead actor and actress became a couple? Why didn’t I get a chance to even hold Arielle’s hand? Such a useless director! Looking glum, Vinson ordered, “Pack up and leave immediately since the

location. Unfortunately, we haven’t found a suitable one to date. Hence, we might see a delay in the schedule.” Vinson was never bothered about petty operational matters. He simply murmured in acknowledgment and walked toward Harvey. “Let’s go! We’re done here. Since there’s nothing on my schedule today, let’s call up Jordan

treat Ms. Moore to a meal.” Vinson’s face instantly turned solemn at his words. He felt somewhat irritated—the same uncontrollable feelings he had when he heard that Harvey fell in

understanding about her, she won’t go out to a meal with you so easily.” Harvey shrugged his shoulders. “I’ll never know if I don’t give it a shot.” He looked forward to asking her out. In fact, he had been waiting for this moment for ages. With his arms folded across his chest, Vinson let out a skin-deep grin. “Well, good luck! I bet you won’t succeed.” He thought

Henrick, she’s actually a sly fox that bites. For someone as shrewd as a fox, would she go out with a man whom she’s just met for the first time? Vinson was as confident with his assumption as he was with Arielle’s personality. Right then, Arielle walked out. She had removed her make-up and put on a plain white t-shirt and a pair of faded jeans. Typically, lighter colors were known