Goodbye, My Wretched Love

Chapter 51

Chapter 51 An Important Scene

Claire rushed to the set after changing into her costume.

Props, lights, and cameras were ready.

The main characters, supporting actors, and extras were also ready for the shot.

Sierra pretended to casually glance at the clothes on Claire and quietly looked away, suppressing her excitement.

"Sierra, Claire," Enzo said to the two behind the monitor, "are you ready for the shot?"

"Yes, Director." Sierra nodded.

"Yes."

Claire gave him a thumbs up.

"Okay.The actors are ready.All right -- Action!"

They were filming a scene about Isabel framing Nova for stealing and making people find evidence from Nova’s room.It was a pearl necklace.

"Nova, are you still going to argue?"

Claire walked toward sierra in slow, arrogant strides.

"We found the necklace.How could you still deny that you hadn't stolen it?"

"I didn't! It wasn't me.I didn't steal anything."

Sierra shook her head helplessly, trying to defend herself.

"Oh really?"

Claire sneered at her.She raised her hand to slap Sierra but stopped midway.

"Cut!"

Enzo stood up from his chair.

"What's wrong, Isabel?" NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

"I'm sorry, Director."

Claire explained apologetically, "This is my first time.I haven't acted in such a scene before.I don't think I can slap her."Enzo walked over and said, "It's just a slap.No big deal.Look at me--"

He raised his hand and waved it in the air to demonstrate.

"See? It's simple.Just slap her like you would slap a normal person."

"But I've never slapped anyone before.What if I lose control..."

Claire hesitated.

Sierra stood aside and cursed in her mind.

Claire didn't think twice before slapping Bonita at the banquet.She didn't seem hesitant then.

Enzo sighed and waved his hand.

"Give your best shot.Don't be afraid of slapping her hard.It's no big deal for actors.Just concentrate on making it seem realistic.Sierra, you don't mind, do you?"

Enzo looked at Sierra.

"Yes, I don't mind.I am a professional actress."

"That's good."

Claire took a deep breath and nodded.

"Then, I'll try my best."

"All right.Let's do another take."

Enzo sat in front of the monitor and shouted, "Action!"

Nova was shocked when the servants ran over.She denied it when Isabel questioned her.

Isabel sneered and slapped her.

"AhI"

Sierra yelped in pain as Claire's five fingers landed on her cheek.She covered her face and was about to deliver her dialogue.But Claire immediately stopped and apologized, "I'm sorry, really sorry.Was it too painful? Let me see..."

"Stop!"

The shooting was interrupted again.

Sierra stood still, rubbing her stinging cheek.She knew Claire must have done it on purpose.

Sierra gritted her teeth, but she had no choice but to endure the pain.

‘I'm fine.It's just a part of the job," she said, forcing a smile.

"Oh, Gosh! Your face is beet red.I'm sorry.I'll be gentle next time."

"Makeup!" Enzo bellowed.

The make-up artist rushed over and covered the palmprint on Sierra's face with a thick layer of powder.

Two minutes later, the actors were back in position.

Sierra secretly looked at Claire's dress.She was surprised the dress didn't fall despite her heavy movements.

Sierra gritted her teeth to control her anger.

Claire deliberately slapped her face hard because she knew Sierra had no choice but to endure the pain without fighting back.

However, Sierra had already planned how to get back at Claire.

"Ready -- Action!"

The third take commenced.

Nova read the lines.

"I didn't! It wasn't me.I didn't steal anything."

Following the script, Claire sneered and stepped forward.

"PIA."

She slapped Sierra without thinking.

The sound was loud enough to catch everyone's attention.

Sierra couldn't scream.Her eyes grew blurry, and her head began to spin.

The next moment, she fell to the floor.

However, before her body hit the floor, she took advantage of the opportunity and grabbed Claire's dress.She made it seem like an involuntary reaction.

The buckle finally broke, and the dress ripped open.

Everyone let out a startled gasp.