Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Daisy Zaneâs impression on people was first, her beauty, which was stunning and eye-catching. Second, her coldness, making her difficult to approach.
She seldom showed emotions.
So with this kind of image, it was hard to imagine her interpreting a characterâs emotions in a show.
But she handled the emotions of Riley Maxwell delicately.
Riley Maxwell was already a person who doesnât show her emotions, very similar to Daisy Zaneâs image.
Her heart only held the mission, and beyond that, at most, she hid her fondness for the male lead. This kind of character setup was not easy to handle when it came to expressing emotions.
Thatâs why the director and screenwriter were not satisfied after watching so many people.
But Daisy Zane handled it very well. With just a glance, a smile, she expressed everything.
There was no trace of acting.
It could be said that she immersed herself in the emotions of Riley Maxwell, fully experiencing Rileyâs inner world.
She wasnât acting, but instead brought the character from the script and text to the audience to the fullest extent.
âAh, umâ¦â It took the director a while to regain his senses, looked at her material again, and made sure there was nothing on it. Then he asked, âDid you study drama before?â
âNo.â Daisy Zane told the truth, âI specifically learned for the audition.â
âThen you have a talent to learn to this extent.â The director praised her.
âIt might be because of her dance foundation.â The screenwriter commented on the side.
Daisy Zane didnât respond to this, but the screenwriter seemed to be just talking to himself, not caring about whether she responded or not.
The director was extremely satisfied with her, his eyes filled with a smile, rubbing his hands, and exchanged several glances with the screenwriter, both of them grinning.
âYou can go back and memorize the script first.â said the director, âWe will have a script reading one week before shooting, and there will be some fight training. It will only take a few days, and we will notify you then.â
Daisy Zaneâs eyebrows moved slightly, she nodded politely, and left the room.
âIs she too calm?â The director saw her leaving and laughed.
The screenwriterâs eyes were almost invisible due to laughter, âWhen I wrote
Riley Maxwell, I also imagined her like this.â
When Daisy Zane came out, the agentâs anxious forehead was dripping with sweat.
âHow was it?â After asking, Hill Dawson saw that her clothes were dirty and helped her wipe the dirt, âHow did you get it? I canât get it clean, this white dress is so conspicuous.â
Daisy Zane looked at the hand that wiped her clothes, and said, âThey asked me to go back and memorize the script and will notify me for the script reading in a few days.â
âItâs okay, even if the result isnât good, itâs still okay.â Hill Dawson was still trying to clean her clothes, âIâll go back and find more scripts for you immediately, there will always be⦠what did you say?!â
Hill Dawson suddenly looked up at her.
âThey will call you with the specifics.â Daisy Zane said calmly, âIf there is nothing else, I will go back first.â
Her calmness and Hill Dawsonâs astonished expression formed a huge contrast.
âOh, okay.â
After leaving the Sky Rights Hotel, Daisy Zane went to the laboratory at Truro University.
An hour ago, the assistant sent her a bunch of data, saying the professor asked her to verify all the data and submit it tomorrow morning.
The time was tight, and Daisy Zane didnât even have time to eat dinner.
At 9:00 PM, Daisy Zane was staring at the reaction of the reagent when her cell phone suddenly rang.
She took off her gloves and took the phone out of her pocket to answer it while her eyes never left the experiment.
âWhatâs up?
The other side became quiet for a moment, then laughed, âBusy?â
It was Kevin Clarkâs voice.
Daisy Zaneâs expression relaxed a bit, she picked up her pen to record some values while saying, âNo, I didnât see any caller ID.â
Her tone was much warmer than just now.
Listening to her response, Kevin Clark was in a good mood: âDid the audition go well?â
âYeah,â Daisy Zane replied, âitâs half your credit, Iâll treat you to dinner as a thank you. â
âAlright,â Kevin Clark said with a smile, âIâll head back early.â
After chatting idly for a bit, Kevin Clark had to end their call when Michael Jackson called out to him, and they both hung up the phone.
Daisy Zane continued with her work while Kevin Clark kept himself busy on his end, squeezing in the phone call when he had some spare time.
Outside the Imperial Capital University Laboratory, Kevin Clark wore a white lab coat and listened to the equally lab-coat-clad Michael Jacksonâs report on the progress of the experiment.
âThird Master, the data provided by that student named Nicholson Amos is indeed valid for the experiment,â Michael Jackson said excitedly. âFollowing her line of thought will undoubtedly be a major breakthrough in the current field of drug research and development.â
Since arriving at Imperial Capital, Kevin Clark had been busy with this experiment: âShe is indeed a rare talent and is rightfully proud.â
Michael Jackson nodded his head in agreement, silently feeling pity for the young genius for two seconds.
The genius was probably working on the tedious experimental data somewhere.
The experiment was supposed to be quite simple, but the Third Master had specifically assigned Daisy Zane to it.
Since she was absent at the beginning of the last yearâs two seminars, and after taking a half-year leave without permission, the Third Master seemed to have become fixated on her and had been overly strict with her.
On the other hand, it wasnât a bad thing for a young and aggressive person to be humbled and become more stable.
âTell the assistant to hurry up, I want to see the report before eight oâclock tomorrow morning. â
âYes.â
Kevin Clark returned to the laboratory, and Michael Jackson sent a message to the assistant. Upon completing the message, he chuckled.
His Third Master seemed to be eager to finish the work early and go back to accompany Lady Zane.
About ten minutes later, Daisy Zane in the Truro University Laboratory heard her phone ring, which she had thrown nearby.
It was a specific ringtone set for the assistant.
She glanced at it and immediately felt a wave of irritation surge through her.
The experiments werenât difficult, only requiring tedious and time-consuming work. Any student from the Imperial Capital University Laboratory could do them, but there was no need for them to be this urgent.
She was being purposefully harassed.
Daisy Zane heard that the professor was employed by the Research Institute and was somewhat mysterious, only having three students. To this day, she didnât know whether the professor was male or female, or their last name.
The assistant was responsible for their communication but wasnât one of the three students. There was no information available at all.
She could have met them at the beginning of last year, but at that time⦠Daisy Zane furrowed her brow and muttered, âOld people hold a grudge.â
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After staying up all night, Daisy Zane finished her report around six oâclock in the morning and sent it to the assistant.
When she returned to the Everlasting Palace, she met Robinson Scott who had just come back as well.
âDaisy, where have you been? Why are you just getting back too?â Robinson Scott noticed her low energy and spoke softly.
Daisy Zane entered the elevator with her, her hands in her pockets, leaning against the elevator wall. She didnât look tired, but the bloodshot eyes made her appear colder than usual: âI was in the lab.â
âAll night?â
âYes.â
âWas it that crazy professor again?â Robinson Scott said angrily, âHeâs still targeting you! Such a small, petty person! This kind of person must be balding, with only a few strands of hair left that they cover their bald spot with, a potbelly, short legs, less than five feet tall, wearing super thick glasses, and an oily face⦠â
âShow some respect for researchers,â Daisy Zane interrupted her nonchalantly. She rubbed her swollen eyes, stood straight, and waited for the elevator doors to open.
Robinson Scott followed her out of the elevator and was silent until they reached their front door. She couldnât hold back any longer, âHeâs so small-minded and vindictive. Itâs so frustrating!â
âYeah.â Daisy Zane opened the door with her fingerprint and stepped into the room. With her bloodshot eyes and a soft voice, she said, âSo I work hard to become his boss one day and give him orders..â