Director Frost shouted with a grim face, "Cut! What's going on with you two?"
Leona, holding her leg, said, "Director, it wasn't us."
Director Frost impatiently interrupted, "If it wasn't you, then who was it? It's such a simple scene. What are you two doing? Get ready; let's do it again."
Leona wanted to say something more but was stopped by Crystal, shaking her head.
Director Frost was a workaholic. He was the type who cared little about any off-screen drama between his actors. As long as the scene was performed well, he didn't bother with anything else. Leona threw a venomous glance at Quintessa, "Quintessa, just you wait."
Quintessa shrugged, "Why are you blaming me? It's not like I asked you two to make noises. If you decide to bring your bedroom moans to the set, how is that my fault?"
Leona couldn't hold back, cursing, "Bitch."
Quintessa retorted with a smirk, "Bastard."
As Director Frost called for everyone to take their positions, Crystal tugged at Leona's sleeve, "Let's finish this scene first. We'll talk about the rest later."
Leona, however, wasn't willing to miss this chance to teach Quintessa a lesson. She signaled to the actresses playing maids around her, and they all moved in together, intending to overpower Quintessa. She didn't believe Quintessa could resist them all.
Quintessa saw through Leona's scheme clearly. She lazily warned, "You all better think it through. If you think yesterday's roast was not harsh enough, I can have you roasted for two hours every day. Don't try to mess with me unless you're sure you can handle the heat."
The others hesitated, their resolve waning under Quintessa's threat. Leona, frustrated but undeterred, gave Crystal's hand a reassuring squeeze. Even if others didn't act, the two of them could handle Quintessa. They had been caught off guard earlier, but not this time.
As the director shouted "action," a fierce look flashed in Leona's eyes. After delivering her lines, she led a group of people to rush forward and tear at Quintessa.
Leona's lines were all heartfelt, and the triumphant and ruthless expression on her face was a true reflection of her inner feelings. This was exactly what her character needed at the moment. Director Frost, watching through the monitor, nodded in approval.
Quintessa was pushed to the ground. Perhaps her earlier words had an effect, as the others came forward to scuffle, only pulling at her clothes. No one dared to actually hit her.
It was Crystal, however, who usually appeared kind and gentle, pinned down Quintessa's hands with surprising strength.
Quintessa sneered internally. This little bitch was truly a nauseating piece of work-pretending to be gentle yet clearly wanting to see her hurt, all while enabling Leona's aggression. Leona, the idiot, kept letting herself be used as a pawn, yet oblivious to it.
Quintessa received a twist from Leona around her waist. She curled her lips, then flashed a mocking smile at Crystal and Leona, "Let's have some fun together."
Quintessa's fingers moved swiftly, each one holding a needle between the joints. With a swift movement, she pierced the tips through the clothes to prick the hands of both Crystal and Leona. The pain made them winced in pain.
As they recoiled from the pain, Quintessa swiftly stabbed their thighs a few times with both hands. Quintessa exerted considerable force. The first stab into their thighs caused both of them to cry out in pain. As they shrieked, Quintessa delivered a couple more jabs. She smirked inwardly. She was confident in her skills in handling group fights and altercations. They were clearly no match for her.
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