Ch. 324: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 324

Chapter 324

Bianca eagerly awaited the moment Norah would embarrass herself.

Norah had failed as a reporter and had foolishly ventured into TV show investments, only to lose everything. Bianca relished the thought of her eventual downfall into poverty.

Kevin, sitting beside Bianca in the Rolls-Royce parked outside, remained silent, though his gaze betrayed a flicker of emotion.

Bianca tried to lean against him, but Kevin’s tone was cold. “You’ve posted so much online. When will you get married? And what about the antidote?”

A sly smile tugged at Bianca’s lips. “Relax. I’m about to start filming, so I don’t have much time. Besides, Norah can’t die yet—and I won’t let her. She’ll suffer a bit more, but I’ll make sure she stays alive and healthy in the end.”

Kevin’s eyes hardened. “I hope you stick to your word.”

Bianca looked at him affectionately. “Do you think I’d bet against Norah and risk losing your trust? I wouldn’t throw myself into that fire pit. I want a grand wedding, to be the happiest woman alive—and only you can give me that.”

She rested her head on his shoulder, savoring the rare moment of calm. She had longed for this, and now it was finally within reach.

It was clear: achieving her dreams required effort and, sometimes, manipulation.

At the film and television base, Emani rushed Norah. “Hurry up, we’re already late!”

Norah, wearing loose clothing and black-rimmed glasses, carried a large bag and tried to keep pace. She had recently started wearing glasses due to nearsightedness—likely caused by long hours of work and screen time.

As they hurried along, they crossed paths with Kevin and Bianca.

Emani hesitated but still greeted politely, “Mr. Edwards.”

Norah barely spared them a glance.

Bianca’s voice broke the moment. “Norah, congratulations! You’re an investor now.”

Norah looked at her, offering a polite “thank you,” though her gaze hinted at doubt about the success of Bianca’s project.

Bianca pressed on smugly, “Did you know I chose the lead actress for Demon Bone?”

Norah replied coolly, “Sorry, I’ve been busy with new projects and haven’t kept up with entertainment news.”

Bianca smiled. “Well, we’re not exactly on the same level. I heard the script for your project isn’t by a well-known director. Be careful investing in it.”

Norah met her gaze firmly. “I have my own vision, but thanks for your concern.”

With that, Norah and Emani walked away, heading to their smaller, more modest set.

While Demon Bone boasted big budgets and a bustling crew, Norah’s production had fewer resources—but they were determined to create something great.

The day was hectic. Nellie, holding a script and sweating, shouted, “Cut!”

Sasha, dressed in war-torn modern attire, exuded a sense of brokenness and resilience that matched the script perfectly.

Norah reviewed the footage, impressed by Sasha’s ability to embody the heroine’s emotions.

Suddenly, chaos erupted as an actor suspended by wires collided with others on the set, causing a commotion.

“We’re sorry,” said the actor, clearly indifferent.

Emani, frustrated, shot back, “Your space is huge. Why are you intruding on ours?”

The suspended actor smirked. “We’re just on the edge. If you’re upset, maybe it’s because you’re encroaching on our territory.”

“You—” Emani began, but Nellie intervened. “Let’s focus. We’ll get through this.”

Still, the disruptions continued, delaying their shoot.

Norah, fed up, suggested a tennis scene to keep things moving. The actor playing the tennis player quickly got into character, striking balls with impressive precision—some of which “accidentally” hit the suspended actors.

The disruptions ceased immediately.

“Well done, Norah!” Emani cheered, finally feeling vindicated.

During a shared meal break, Bianca took the chance to flaunt her generosity. “Kevin, this is Auntie’s famous stew. You should try it.”

She then announced loudly, “There’s plenty for everyone! Please help yourselves!”

The opposing crew gushed over her kindness, but Emani muttered under her breath, “What a show-off.”

Norah ignored the theatrics, reviewing footage on the camera.

Just then, Steven arrived, carrying a large bag.

“Steven! What are you doing here?” Norah asked, surprised.

“First day on set—I had to come support you. These are treats for everyone.”

“Wow, haute cuisine!” someone exclaimed.

Emani, clearly unimpressed by Bianca’s earlier stew, chimed in loudly, “Finally, something worth eating!”

The crew couldn’t help but laugh, enjoying the well-timed gesture of kindness.