There was no sound, only the sound of the air moving could be heard in the whole studio, and the silence was terrifying.

But Lance, as if he didn't notice it at all, turned away with a steady step, which gently echoed in the studio, making people panic. The staff held their breath and quietly turned around, silently returning to their jobs, even the eye exchange seemed cautious, the invisible pressure was really too terrible, and even the gossip was frozen in the air.

Jessica stood still, unable to breathe, and after she had vented all her anger, Lance had completely destroyed her in just two sentences, so easily. What's even more terrifying is that she throws almost all her feelings at Lance, but Lance is so calm and indifferent that he doesn't bother to respond, and instead focuses on "Nancy", telling her how to perform.

God, what kind of demon is this, to ignore all the attacks, and then watch the work cold-bloodedly, as if the "Sin City" is his life, and there is nothing to pay attention to except the movies.

Jessica only felt that her boiling blood was completely cold, she had always thought that she had seen Lance's true face, but every time she would find that she was still underestimating.

"Jessica." James walked up and looked at Jessica worriedly, trying to say some comfort, but didn't know what to say. But Jessica waved her hand and staggered to the side, the catharsis just now had completely exhausted her, and after sitting down, Jessica shook her head again, "I'm fine." ”

She won't be dwelling on that demon, and she won't be suffering for that demon, because it's hell, and she doesn't want to live in hell, even if it's just close. So, that person was completely alien to her, and from this moment on. However, that person is right about one thing, the love just now is Nancy's mentality, she can do it, not only can she, but she can also perform very well.

She will not delay her dream of acting for the sake of a demon, she not only wants to return to acting, but she also wants to play the role of Nancy to shine, and then take advantage of that man's east wind to realize her dream. So...... "I need a little time to gather my thoughts, a little time." Jessica whispered, and James, who was standing next to her, slowly swallowed all the words.

Lance didn't leave the studio again, and he immediately prepared for the next scene, as if nothing had happened.

Emma stood in the crowd of staff members, watching Jessica lose control and vent all her anger on Lance without hindrance, and she could clearly see a broken soul crying scarred. She knew Jessica well, and they had become so familiar over the past few months, and Jessica had become so close to each other that it had made her heart ache.

Jessica's accusations stabbed Lance hard at Lance like a sharp dagger, but Lance remained indifferent, as if those accusations had nothing to do with him, and Jessica's words accused him of a complete stranger, the kind of indifference and calmness that burst out of his bones.

In stark contrast to this moment, Lance is indeed a demon.

The whole studio was quiet, almost everyone was intimidated by Lance's cold-bloodedness and cruelty, Jessica's fragmentation brought out Lance's horror more and more, even if Lance didn't say a word or give a look, but it was precisely this calmness that created a strong sense of oppression, everyone lowered their heads, busy with their own work, and even eye contact became restrained and cautious.

Emma's feet stood in place, unable to move for a long time, and reason told her that she should turn away, but her feet were completely unable to move, just holding their position, motionless. But what should she do if she stays where she is? My mind went blank, and my eyes were blank.

Her eyes involuntarily followed Lance's footsteps, and the distance between the two became farther and farther away, and she didn't want to catch up, nor did she want to retreat, but just watched quietly. She watched as if nothing had happened, preparing for the next scene; She looked at Lance as if she didn't feel anything, arranging every detail of the crew in an orderly manner; She looked at Lance as if she didn't remember what had just happened, and was intently discussing the next one......

After everything was explained, Lance was still standing next to the monitor, waiting for all the work to be carried out, and the rest of the staff were all scattered and busy, and suddenly Lance's surroundings became an open space, and he was the only one left, and there was no one else.

The crowd around him was moving fast, focused and busy, but Lance stood alone in place, the contrast between extreme busyness and extreme silence created a strong contrast, as if time had stopped flowing above Lance's figure, and the whole world had moved fast, but he was forgotten in place, and the wounds on his body were quietly bleeding, staining the navy blue shirt black. The faint blankness, loss and loneliness are outlined between the stubborn curves of the jaw, and are lost between the blurred light and shadow of the studio.

An indescribable sourness hit her heart, and Emma actually felt a little cruel, and she couldn't continue to look at it, so she could only lower her eyes in a wolf manner.

When I raised my eyes again, the qiē was gone. Lance still stood in place, his hands folded in front of his chest, his spine straightened, his halo cast on his broad shoulders, firm, confident, and calm, recovering his usual appearance, as if nothing had happened just now, all of it was just her delusion, just her crankiness.

There was a distance of more than twenty yards between the two men, as if the whole world had been separated, and the insurmountable chasm was clearly drawn in front of them, and the fishy wind rolling under the abyss was blowing in their faces.

She wanted to be close to him, she wanted to understand him, she wanted to know his version of the story, she wanted to understand the vulnerability behind that cold-bloodedness. She knew he wasn't an angel, but he wasn't a demon either. This strong will directly destroyed her sanity, so she involuntarily took half a step forward, but then she saw Albert walk up to Lance's side, and the two of them talked in a low voice, which made Emma's steps stop again.

In fact, she didn't know why she was going forward, and she didn't know what she was going to say when she approached, she just wanted to get close to Lance, she simply wanted to stand by Lance's side; But reason told her that she should turn her head and stand by Jessica's side, that she should be Jessica's partner, that she should listen to Jessica's heart, that she should soothe Jessica's wounds.

Turning her head, Emma saw Jessica sitting beside her, her face full of exhaustion, sitting lonely and vulnerable, and James standing a step away, looking nervously guarding; Looking back, Emma once again saw Lance standing in the distance, calm, confident, elegant, and indestructible, as if even if the world collapsed, it would not hurt him in the slightest.

Such a stark contrast, but Emma still couldn't move her feet, this contradictory and complicated feelings made her overwhelmed, and her mind went blank. In the end, she just stayed quietly where she was.

Jessica took a deep breath, then took a deep breath again, and finally calmed down, but this time she didn't rush to start preparing for the filming of the next scene, but stood up and looked at Lance who was standing at the far end, looking at the man who was meticulously preparing for the filming of the next scene, and all the tides in her heart calmed down.

"James, can you pass me the little Nancy that Lance prepared earlier?" Jessica turned around and said, James didn't seem to react for a while, stunned, didn't answer, Jessica thought he didn't understand, and added, "It's the one that Emma and I did a lot of annotations, and the one that the two of us used during rehearsals." ”

“…… I know. James nodded, but his footsteps didn't move, and he said hesitantly, "Jessica, are you sure it's okay?" He thought Jessica had figured it out, but it still went wrong after he actually started filming, so he had to make sure again.

Jessica showed an indifferent smile, "The wound has already been done, but sooner or later it will scab over and then heal." I'm not going to hold my wound and suffer forever. She understood it, but she didn't understand it until today, "James, you're right, this is Hollywood, and I have to learn to deal with people I hate, just like Lance." Jessica turned her head to look at the man again, deep down she was still aching, the wound took time to heal, but it was no longer disgusting, no longer disgusting, no longer hateful, "I want to use Lance as a stepping stone, a stepping stone to my career breakthrough, this is the right choice, isn't it?" ”

With one last question, Jessica turned to look at James, which made James nod. That's certainly true, Lance is so hot right now that "Sin City" is bound to attract a lot of attention again when it comes out, so if Jessica can perform to Lance's required standards, success is a predictable outcome. But......

Jessica smiled as if sensing the hesitation in James' gaze, "I don't have much time to rest, and I really need to read the script again before I get back into filming." "Lance said just now that her disgust for this scene, her disgust for Lance, is precisely a portrayal of Nancy's psychological state, is this why Lance listed her as Nancy's first choice?

If that's the case, it's just a testament to how cold-blooded Lance is, and even her wounds have become a weapon to be used. However, she doesn't care, because she needs to play the role of Nancy well, and she needs to prove herself - to Lance, but also to others. (To be continued.) )