All Too Late

“Ha!” scoffed Kathleen as her scarlet lips curled with cold derision.

Spencer frowned and asked, “Do you or do you not want to proceed?”

Astrid froze in response as she took in his question.

Spencer exclaimed angrily, “Get lost if you’re not continuing with the filming! I’m warning you, don’t bother with all these useless schemes when you’re in my film crew. I don’t buy a single one of them! I don’t care who you have backing you. I’ll personally shame you on the internet if you dare to create a situation where I can’t continue with the filming!”

Astrid’s face stiffened and was stony as she returned Spencer’s gaze. He was clearly different from the other directors she had worked with and certainly commanded significant influence within the entire film crew.

She bit her lip in thought as she recognized she hadn’t achieved her objective and thus had to find a way to prevent herself from being kicked out of the film crew. With that in mind, she didn’t dare to retaliate despite being reprimanded by Spencer at length. She cradled her face and grudgingly accepted that she had taken the slap for nothing.

Later that evening, the film crew had packed up for the day and were ready to leave. Kathleen strode out and immediately caught sight of Samuel.

Why is he here?

His tone was heavy as he said, “Get in the car. I have something extremely important to tell you.”

“I’ve promised Timothy that I would have dinner with him,” replied Kathleen as she gazed at him curiously.

Samuel frowned slightly in response to her sudden announcement.

At that point, Timothy strode over and asked, “Mr. Macari? What brings you here?”

Samuel coolly replied, “I heard that you were planning on treating Kathleen to a meal. Is that right, Mr. Currah?”

“That’s right,” replied Timothy readily with a nod. He continued, “The director told us to familiarize ourselves with one another, or we would only be awkward and distant in the scenes that we acted in together. That would then impact the overall effect that the film brings to people and its success.”

A stark coldness emanated from Samuel’s gaze as he asked, “You wouldn’t mind if I joined you for your meal tonight, would you?”

“Of course not,” replied Timothy, dumbfounded.

looked at Samuel. He remarked coldly, “Since the goal is for the two of you to know each other better, I’m sure we can achieve the same outcome even with a third party present. It’s not

comment. Timothy was a little taken

Samuel as he pulled Kathleen in

and asked, “What are

didn’t respond

“Seatbelt,” commanded Samuel irately.

and put on her seatbelt. Samuel didn’t speak another word and proceeded to drive off. He followed closely behind Timothy as the latter

for their dinner. Furthermore, he had arranged for a stew

she made up her mind and decided to ignore him. For the entire meal, she only focused her attention squarely on

cold shoulder. Instead of helping the latter out, he conversely began to engage with

pick it up. He was infuriated beyond measure

performance during your first year of university. Your performance was a contemporary dance

my

around campus the very moment you reported on the first day of school. I mean, how could it not? They claimed that a peerless beauty had joined our faculty of performing arts, so everyone

be fair, there were quite a few gorgeous ladies on

a laugh. Then, he added, “Back then, everyone knew for a fact that you would be famous eventually. After all, there were several directors who had already picked you out for parts in their productions. It’s just that no one expected you would

that point in time. She sipped from her glass of water before she explained, “My family wanted

a long and meaningful look as he said, “It’s a pity. You could have

realized he had never gone to visit Kathleen at school during her university days. He didn’t know what her university environment and experience were like either. He

all

headed out of their private room, and Timothy made his way to the counter to foot the bill. However, Samuel reacted faster and beat him to it. He pulled out his credit card and said,

counter hesitated for a moment

for this

so much about Kate and her university days. This is nothing more than my way of showing my appreciation

but wonder why he was behaving so

you up on your kind offer. Let me send you home,

sending her home? Do you want her to appear on the headlines the next day?” asked Samuel aggressively. He continued,

there’s nothing going on between Kate and me. We’re

send her home. Also, I feel that both of your acting skills are excellent. In view of that, there’s