Female Novel
Chapter 287
Right then, all the crew members were standing under the sun. Those who didn't have the scenes to
film were not allowed to leave. They must watch and study.
"Do you mean Poppy is better than Eden in performance?" Sylvia smiled at Poppy. She didn't expect
Poppy to have a talent for acting.
Poppy blushed shyly.
Feeling delighted, she said, "Mr. Davila is a good teacher."
Suddenly, her inner voice encouraged her to work hard to impress Sylvia. Since Sylvia was the
sponsor, she would never let Sylvia down. At least she couldn't ruin the movie's box office because of
her.
Poppy decided to perform well.
She wished Sylvia would compliment her one day, rubbing her hair gently like her mother.
Right then, several men in the uniform of a bubble tea shop entered the film set.
All held nicely packed drinks.
Seeing Sylvia, the man in the lead said respectfully, "Miss Andrews, we've delivered the bubble tea as
you ordered. Anything else I can do for you?"
"Please send it to all staff members on the scene. Thank you," Sylvia replied.
"Thank you, Miss Andrews."
"Miss Andrews, it's so nice of you."
"Sylvia, how did you know I liked the bubble tea from this store?" Poppy asked after taking over a cup
of bubble tea.
Since she moved out of her house, she didn't earn much money. Also, she had decided not to spend a
penny from the Maskelyne family, so she didn't take any bank card with the allowance from Franklin.
She had been saving money and couldn't afford bubble tea.
Suddenly, Poppy felt extremely happy.
The crew next door overheard their laughter.
Roland frowned and called in irritation, "Cut!"
Gianna swung toward him. "Mr. Simon, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong for the scene just
now?"
Roland glanced at her and said to his assistant crossly, "It's so hot! Get me a bottle of water!"
Gianna hurriedly stopped him, "Mr. Simon, please calm down. I'll buy the drinks for everyone on the
scene."
With those words, she sent her assistant to buy the drinks. There were supermarkets and stores
nearby the film and television base. She didn't think it was challenging to get some water.
Roland calmed down slightly, thinking Gianna was indeed sensible.
Everyone in Roland's crew knew what had happened between Roland and Brock before.
Gianna remarked deliberately, like complaining, "They are so noisy! Why don't they just focus on
filming? They've impacted us."
She wondered how Poppy had managed to come out of the ladies' room.
In complacency, she decided to trick Poppy again if seeing her next time.
...
Maskelyne Group.
Upon hearing the footsteps, Franklin slightly raised his head. The footsteps didn't sound like Jasper's
but Sylvia's.
Franklin's heart trembled slightly. He wondered if his guess was correct.
They had been married for four years. Including the past six months after they divorced, Sylvia had
never shown up in public because he had purposely hidden her.
Since they had fallen in love and Sylvia wanted to date him instead of remarrying him, Franklin felt
disappointed but had to agree with her.
After all, he loved her deeply.
Surprisingly, she took the initiative to see him. Franklin wondered if she was worried after he left in
anger due to the remarrying matter.
'Humph! She must come here to gain my heart back.'
Franklin decided to put on the air to make her remember that he loved her, so he agreed with her on
everything and doted on her. However, he was still a man and wanted her respect.
Expectation flashed through his eyes. Franklin gazed at the door without blinking.
The glass door was slowly pushed open, and a tall, slender figure appeared in sight.
Franklin felt Sylvia was enveloped in a halo, entering his office like a fairy.
He almost stopped breathing while looking at Sylvia in a suit. She seldom wore a suit, looking like anovelbin
tough businesswoman.
Seeing Franklin sitting on the leather chair with his legs crossed, she walked in under his sharp gaze.
"Sweetie..." Franklin felt his throat dry while staring at her, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Are you here..."
Sylvia looked at his gorgeous face, lifted a brow, and interrupted him, "Poppy is the female lead of my
movie. Don't send her abroad."
Her words were short and neat, straight to the point.
Franklin's heart fell back to his chest from his mouth.
All the thoughts that surged in his mind vanished after he heard Sylvia's request.
Franklin believed he should have sent Poppy abroad earlier, as she had attracted Sylvia's attention.
He didn't expect Sylvia to come to him for Poppy's sake, and he was indeed jealous.
Franklin took a deep breath and became more determined to send Poppy abroad. "She doesn't fit living
in Larro."
"Why not? She'll be like an orphan when staying abroad alone. How pitiful!" Sylvia retorted
expressionlessly, thinking he was indeed heartless.
Besides, Brock was an expert in selecting his crew members. Since he personally chose Poppy, it
meant Poppy suited that role.
Sylvia trusted Brock.
Franklin's gaze trailed from her long, black hair and red lips. Under the sunlight of his office, she took
his breath away.
'What an ungrateful woman!'
"Why don't you pity me? I'm a divorced man, just like an orphan."
Franklin stood up, his features under the shadow. The elegance of his lovely face was replaced by a
thrilling look.
He looked stern.
When Jasper arrived at the office door, he saw the scene in the office. In fear, he stopped mid-step and
turned to cling to the wall.
'What did Mr. Maskelyne say? Like an orphan? Did he ask Miss Andrews to pity him? Holy shit!'
Jasper wondered if his life would end today because of overhearing Franklin's words.
His heart was thumping, and he was all his ears.
Sylvia answered coldly, "Franklin, stop pretending."
Then Jasper poked his head, peeking into the office.
The tall, slender woman approached Franklin slowly and raised his rock-hard chin with her finger.
'Bravo! Miss Andrews is really impressed!"
Franklin narrowed his eyes, feeling her fingers rub his stubble. Thrill rose, sending heat into his vein,
which went all the way to a particular part of his body.
The room temperature rose abruptly.
Franklin sucked in his breath, pushed her away, and snorted coldly, "Humph!"
"Think I'll agree with you after you hit on me again?"
He wondered if Sylvia had her kicks from hitting on him.