There was a silence, and only the sound of air flowing in the entire studio could be heard, which was so quiet that it was panicking.

But Lance seemed to have not noticed it at all. He turned around and left with steady steps. The steady steps echoed gently in the studio, which made people panic. The staff held their breath and turned quietly, and returned to their jobs silently. Even the exchange of eyes seemed cautious. The invisible pressure was too terrible, and even the gossip was frozen in the air.

Jessica stood there and couldn't breathe at all. After she vented all her anger, Lance completely destroyed her in just a few words, which was so easy. What's even more terrifying was that she almost threw almost all her emotions on Lance, but Lance was so calm and cold that she didn't want to respond at all. Instead, she focused on "Nancy" and told her how to perform.

God, what kind of demon is this that can ignore all the attacks and then look at work coldly, as if the "City of Sin" is his life, and there is nothing worth paying attention to except for the movie.

Jessica only felt that her boiling blood had completely cold. She always thought that she had seen Lance's true face clearly, but every time she found that she still underestimated it.

"Jessica." James walked up and looked at Jessica worriedly, trying to comfort her, but he didn't know what to say. But Jessica waved her hand and walked to the side with a staggering pace. The catharsis just now had completely exhausted her. After sitting down, Jessica shook her head again, "I'm fine."

She would not be entangled with that demon, nor would she suffer for that demon, because it was hell, and she didn't want to live in hell, even if she was just approaching. So, that person was completely strange to her, from now on. However, that person was right, the emotion just now was Nancy's mentality, which she could do, not only could, but she could also perform very well.

She would not delay her acting dream for a demon. Not only did she have to re-enter the performance, but she would also play the role of Nancy with a brilliant light, and then realize her dream with the man's east wind. So... "I need some time to sort out my thoughts, a little time." Jessica said softly, and James, who was standing next to her, slowly swallowed all his words.

Lance did not leave the studio again, and he immediately began to prepare for the next scene, as if nothing had happened.

Emma stood among the crowd of staff, watching Jessica lose control and vent all her anger on Lance without any obstacles. She could clearly see a broken soul crying with scars. She was familiar with Jessica, and in the past few months, they had become very familiar. Such a fallenparted Jessica made her feel sore.

Jessica's accusation was like a sharp dagger, stabbing Lance hard, but Lance was still indifferent, as if the accusations had nothing to do with him. Jessica's words accused of a complete stranger, and that indifference and calmness exuded a kind of alienation bursting out from the bones.

In sharp contrast at this moment, Lance is indeed a demon.

The entire studio was quiet, and almost everyone was intimidated by Lance's cold blood and cruelty. Jessica's fragmentation further highlighted Lance's terror. Even if Lance didn't say a word or give a look more, it was precisely this calm that created a strong sense of oppression. Everyone lowered their heads and was busy with the work in their hands, and even their eye contact became restrained and cautious.

Emma's feet stood there and could not move for a long time. She wisely told her that she should turn around and leave, but her feet could not move at all. She just kept her posture and remained motionless. But what should she do when she was still there? Her mind was blank and her eyes were confused.

The eyes were moving involuntarily with Lance's footsteps. The distance between the two was getting farther and farther. She didn't want to chase after him or retreat, but just watched quietly. She looked at Lance as if nothing had happened, preparing for the shooting of the next scene; she looked at Lance as if she didn't feel anything, and arranged every detail of the crew in an orderly manner; she looked at Lance as if she didn't remember what had happened just now, and focused on discussing the process of the next scene...

After everything was explained, Lance was still standing next to the monitor, waiting for the implementation of all the work. All other staff members were scattered and busy. Suddenly, Lance was surrounded by a clearing, and he was the only one left, no one else was there, and he was alone.

The crowd around him was moving quickly and focused on busyness, but Lance stood alone in the same place. The contrast between extreme busyness and extreme quietness made people feel a strong contrast, as if time had stopped flowing above Lance's figure, and the whole world had moved forward quickly, but he was forgotten alone. The wound on his body was quietly flowing with blood, dyeing the faint blue shirt black. The faint confusion, loss and loneliness were outlined between the stubborn chin curves, and were destroyed between the blurry light and shadow of the studio.

An indescribable bitterness hit my heart. Emma felt a little cruel and could no longer continue to watch, so she could only lower her eyes in a mess.

After raising his eyes again, everything disappeared. Lance was still standing there, with his hands folded in front of his chest, straightening his spine, and the halo was projected on his broad shoulders, firm, confident, calm, and returning to his usual appearance, as if nothing had happened just now, everything was just her illusion, just her random thoughts.

There was a distance of more than twenty yards between the two people, as if they were separated by the whole world. The insurmountable gap was clearly in front of them, and a storm rolling under the abyss came to their faces.

She wanted to get close to him, she wanted to know him, she wanted to know his version of the story, she wanted to understand the fragility behind the cold blood. She knew that he was not an angel, but not a demon. This strong desire directly destroyed her reason, so she couldn't help but walk a half step forward, but then she saw Albert walking to Lance, and the two of them whispered, which made Emma's pace stop again.

In fact, she had no idea why she was moving forward, and she had no idea what to say after getting close. She just wanted to get close to Lance, just wanted to stand beside Lance; but reason told her that she should turn around and stand beside Jessica, she should become Jessica's partner, she should listen to Jessica's voice, and she should soothe Jessica's wounds.

Turning his head, Emma saw Jessica sitting beside her. She sat with fatigue and lonely and fragile face. James stood a step away, guarding her nervously. Turning back, Emma saw Lance standing in the distance again, calm, confident, elegant, and indestructible, as if even the world collapsed, it would not hurt him at all.

With such a sharp contrast, Emma still couldn't move her footsteps. This contradictory and mixed emotions made her at a loss and her mind was blank. In the end, she just stayed quietly in place.

Jessica took a deep breath, then took another deep breath, and her mood finally calmed down. This time she did not rush to start preparing for the next scene, but stood up and looked at Lance standing at the distance. Looking at the man who was meticulously preparing for the next scene, all the tides in her heart calmed down.

"James, can you pass on the Nancy that Lance prepared to me?" Jessica turned around and said. James seemed to have not reacted for a while. He was stunned for no answer. Jessica thought he did not understand and added that, "It is the one that I and Emma made many annotations, the one that we used during rehearsal exercises."

"...I know." James nodded, but his footsteps did not move. He said hesitantly, "Jessica, are you sure there is no problem?" He thought Jessica had figured it out, but after he actually started shooting, he still had a problem, so he had to confirm it again.

Jessica showed a calm smile, "The wound has been caused, but it will sooner or later scab and heal. I will not continue to suffer from pain while covering the wound." She understood this truth, but it was not until today that she understood, "James, you are right. This is Hollywood. I must learn to deal with people who hate it, just like Lance." Jessica turned to look at the man again, and still felt a vague pain in her heart. The wound healing takes time, but she no longer feels nauseous, no longer nausea, no longer hates, "I want to treat Lance as a stepping stone and become a stepping stone for my career breakthrough. This is the most correct choice, right?"

In the last question, Jessica turned to look at James, which forced James to nod. This is of course correct. Now that Lance is so hot, "Sin City" will inevitably attract countless attention again when it is released, so if Jessica can perform according to Lance's standards, success is a foreseeable result. But...

Jessica seemed to notice the hesitation in James's sight and laughed in silence, "I don't have much rest time. Before I start filming again, I really need to read the script again." Lance said just now that her disgust for this scene and her disgust for Lance are precisely a portrayal of Nancy's psychological state. Could this be why Lance listed her as Nancy's first candidate?
Chapter completed!