Chapter 1475:
She then âconsideratelyâ left Rhys behind, claiming he needed to bond with Felix. In reality, though, she wanted Rhys to talk to Nathaniel and Lonnie because Felix was the object of their adoration.
Though Felix was only a few months old, Harlee knew it was best to set boundaries with the elders early on. If not, discussions on Felixâs education would turn into a full-blown argument later.
Rhys caught her signal and raised an eyebrow, silently acknowledging her plan. He was more than happy to stay behind. And with his mother-in-lawâs support, he felt no concern at all.
Harlee, now wearing a baseball cap and an employee ID, appeared on the set of One-In-A-Million Romance.
The film was based on a script Harlee had written while pregnant. She had assumed the filming would be postponed until the end of the year, but Brenton had managed to start production earlier than expected. In just five months, he had not only selected the actors and crew but also built the sets described in the script.
When Tiffany found out sheâd be working alongside Clint, her first instinct was to breach the contract. But she quickly realized the breach penalty was astronomical.
Tiffany wasnât upsetâjust a bit regretful. Harlee had hoped Tiffany would marry her brother, but it seemed that wouldnât happen after all. Harlee didnât want her presence to disrupt the filming, so she kept a low profile, wearing the employee ID. Of course, the director knew exactly who she was.
Harlee greeted the director and made her way to Tiffanyâs dressing room. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Tiffany facing another woman.
Harlee stood behind Tiffany, only seeing her shoulders shaking and her head downâan obvious sign of frustration.
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The woman facing Tiffany, Yvonne Ramsey, looked at Tiffany with impatience, arms crossed, her expression full of contempt and disdain. The moment the door opened, Yvonneâs eyes widened at the sight of Harlee. She froze, clearly rattled. She couldnât help but wonder just who Harlee was. She had an unsettling feeling that, whether or not Harlee had caught their conversation, Harlee would surely spill the beans about her haughty attitude.
In the entertainment business, Yvonne was known for her innocent and kind persona. She refused to let anyone damage her image.
âWho do you think you are?â Yvonneâs voice cut through the air, sharp and accusing, her gaze locking on Harlee.
âSneaking into an actressâs dressing room like some kind of stalker?â
Yvonneâs tone was deliberately shrill, throwing false accusations at Harlee, who wore a baseball cap. That way, if Harlee went around spreading rumors, no one would take her words seriously.
Tiffany quickly wiped any hint of emotion from her face and turned to look at Harlee. The moment her gaze landed on Harlee, a smile broke across her features, her eyes sparkling with warmth.
âHarlee, what brings you here?â Tiffany asked, her voice light, almost delighted.
Though Harlee had written the script for the movie, she had remained a mystery throughout the entire filming process, never stepping onto the set. Tiffany had always assumed that Harlee wouldnât show up.
As for the idea of Harlee visiting the set⦠Theyâd known each other for so long, but Tiffany had never seen Harlee anywhere near the filming location.
Harlee leaned casually against the door, her relaxed posture belying the tension in the room. Seeing Tiffany on the verge of tears only made her step closer, a hand gently patting Tiffanyâs head as she smiled, a mix of concern and amusement in her voice.
âIâve got some free time, so I thought Iâd swing by. It hasnât been that long since we last caught upâwhy are you already in tears?â
Tiffanyâs tears flowed faster at the sound of Harleeâs voice, as if the simple act of her friendâs presence soothed the raw ache inside. It was like a child finally finding solace in the arms of someone trusted after enduring a hurt too deep to express.
Tiffany shook her head, her eyes red and her heart torn. Yvonneâs words had been far too cruel, and she didnât want Harlee to hear them. But deep down, a painful truth gnawed at her. How could someone like herâsomeone from a humble villageâever hope to get close to Clint? She had never even thought about such things.
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