The message quickly came back.
Sophie Scott: What's up?
Lily Turner: The previous one got messed up, the kid is throwing a tantrum.
Sophie Scott: Oh, I see. I'll give it to you in a couple of days.
Lily Turner: Thank you.
Sophie Scott: Lily, even if the signature imitates God Z's, it's still hard to guarantee it won't be found out.
Lily Turner: I know. Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know.
After sending the message, Lily Turner was ready to exit, but her gaze lingered on the note for a second.
There are indeed a lot of people with the surname Scott.
It's a pity, one is the darling of a wealthy family, and the other is a fading star on the outskirts of the industry; it's like the difference between a phoenix and a dirt chicken.
Can't be compared.
Footsteps came from behind, and Lily Turner quickly deleted the chat record, turned around, and her brows tightened upon seeing Isabel Lyle.
Isabel Lyle lowered her eyes obediently and softly said, "Turner, the director asked you to prepare for the next scene."
"Got it."
Speaking indifferently, Lily Turner put the phone into the pocket of her down jacket.
Passing by Isabel Lyle, Lily Turner paused her steps and warned in a low voice, "Do your job well, preferably don't have any wrong ideas."
Lightly pursing her lips, Isabel Lyle still lowered her head, her expression calm, neither humble nor arrogant, "Turner, I don't know what you're talking about."
Lily Turner gave her a cold sidelong glance and snorted lightly, "You know it yourself."
Without saying more, Lily Turner lifted her leg and walked towards the director.
The evening was deep, and the light was shallow, with a faint glow from afar falling on Isabel Lyle's face, making her skin look pale. She bit her lip corner, eyelids slowly lowering, and the hand under the sleeve gradually clenched into a fist.
The night wind was bone-chilling, lifting the hair on her forehead, cutting her cheeks painfully like a knife.
*
The next day, afternoon.
Jesse Johnson didn't have time to come to the set, and all the staff, including the director, collectively breathed a sigh of relief.
The weather improved, sunlight shot down through the gaps in the clouds, reflecting off the snowy suburban woods, bright without being dazzling, with the contrast between the snow and the trees creating a serene and beautiful world.
Nora Scott lazily sat on a special folding stool, idly browsing her phone.
On WeChat Moments, Butler Loxley tirelessly "boasted" about his employer, his photographic skills so high that they were on par with professional photographers, making the subject extraordinarily charming, like a blockbuster.
"Nora Scott."
Having finished filming, Lily Turner hurried over, her voice lacking some of its usual calm, tinged with slight arrogance.
Exiting WeChat, Nora Scott lifted her eyelids, noting Lily Turner's expression and demeanor.
Getting closer, Lily Turner stopped and ordered from a high position, "I've taken half a day off from the set, now come with me to Virtue Retreat."
"Okay."
Nora Scott stood up, took off her military coat, revealing a trench coat inside.
She wasn't dressed bulky underneath, with a uniform trench coat style, the belt cinched, making her figure tall and graceful, her aura exceptional.
In an instant, she transformed from a village girl capable of farming to a fashionable urban lady.
Lily Turner's gaze paused upon seeing this, with a flash of jealousy and envy in her lowered eyes.
Snorting softly, Lily Turner didn't look again, turning to walk towards the nanny car.
The military coat draped over a small arm, Nora Scott followed behind her leisurely.
...
Virtue Retreat, the name sounds grand, but it's ultimately a restaurant, with elegant ambiance and excellent chefs, having gained fame over the years, bustling during meal times.
Security facilities are top-notch, confidentiality is superb, it's a common hangout for upper-class individuals and celebrity performers.
Nora Scott parked the car and accompanied the disguised Lily Turner into Virtue Retreat.
A waiter approached, initially heading toward Lily Turner but her gaze fell on Nora Scott, and she gaspingly widened her eyes, involuntarily opening her mouth, "Miss... "
Nora Scott placed her index finger on her lips, signaling.
The waiter caught herself in time.
Lily Turner didn't see Nora Scott's gesture but noted the waiter's reaction, furrowing her brows.
An eighteen-line performer, still having fans nowadays?
Raising her hand, Lily Turner took off her sunglasses and reported the name of the private room to the waiter.
In Virtue Retreat, having seen numerous celebrities, the waiter recognized her upon seeing her face but didn't react much more, with a standardized smile leading her and Nora Scott upstairs.
In her glance, the waiter showed reverence towards Nora Scott but maintained a professional attitude of doing business before Lily Turner, without any special treatment.
Lily Turner was slightly upset, but once she saw the private room, her thoughts immediately shifted to the upcoming "negotiation."
Pausing for a moment, Lily Turner asked the waiter, "Is there anyone inside?"
"Mr. Sterling has already arrived," the waiter replied with a smile.
"Just him?"
"Yes."
Getting a confirmed response, Lily Turner quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Knowing Virtue Retreat couldn't be bribed, Lily Turner specifically chose here. Edgar Sterling also guarded against her, instructing to come alone and not to do anything funny.
Turning her head to look at Nora Scott, Lily Turner instructed, "You guard outside the door."
"Okay."
Nora Scott responded nonchalantly.
Gazing deeply at her for a moment, Lily Turner withdrew her line of sight, then pushed open the private room door and walked in.
The door closed.
Seeing Nora Scott left at the door, the waiter was surprised but after thinking it over, only asked, "Miss Scott, need me to tell Manager Woods?"
"No need, I'm not here to eat," Nora Scott replied softly, pausing before glancing at the closed door, adding, "Find two people to guard outside."
Causing a commotion at Virtue Retreat won't require her to step in to stop it, they can be kicked out immediately. If she honestly stood and waited at the door, she'd be no different from a fool.
"Alright."
The waiter nodded.
With hands in pockets, Nora Scott's gaze swept through the corridor, "I'll wander around."
"Okay."
*
Having been to Virtue Retreat numerous times, many waiters were familiar with Nora Scott, as she strolled downstairs and wandered on the first floor, no one approached to disturb her.
Leaning on the front desk, Nora Scott held the menu and chatted with the reception girl.
"Recently, several new desserts have been launched, all quite popular, among them..."
The front desk girl occasionally introduced.
Her arm resting on the counter, fingers occasionally tapping lightly, Nora Scott's interest in the menu was sparse.
Placing the menu on the counter, Nora Scott was about to leave when her gaze fell on the figure entering through the main door.
She couldn't help but pause.
At the same time, the man who entered seemed to sense her gaze and subconsciously looked this way.
As dusk fell, the red-dyed sunlight slanted through the revolving door, casting a shallow beam behind him. Standing against the light, his profile was blurred, yet his gaze had a tangible strength, enveloping the whole body, piercing the heart, and instantly heating the chest cavity.
The man accompanying him took two steps forward, noticing Pedro Langley hadn't followed up, turned back, looked at Pedro Langley, then glanced at the woman not far away.
Suddenly, a courteous admiration flashed through his gaze.
"A friend?" the man asked.
"Yes."
"Would you like to dine together?"
Just as he asked, he saw Pedro Langley leave his position and stride towards that exquisitely beautiful woman who wore no makeup.