Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism
Chapter 537 The Rolls-Royce

Violeta barely recognized him.

"Chad?"

"Yeah."

Chad nodded in acknowledgment.

Violeta blinked, clearly surprised. "What happened to your hair?"

Chad flashed a grin. "It's for the role. How do I look? Like someone from a lower social class?"

Violeta nodded in approval. "You look even more down-and-out than I anticipated."

Chad scratched his head and laughed. "Haha..."

Suddenly, Chad's stomach growled loudly.

Aster looked around, puzzled. "What was that noise?"

Violeta glanced at Chad's stomach. "Are you hungry?"

Chad shrugged. "Yeah, I've only eaten an apple in the past three days."

Violeta admired his dedication and patted him on the shoulder. "Impressive. I could learn a thing or two from you."

At that moment, a car pulled up, and Mason stepped out.

"Chad, you're here? Perfect. Violeta, why don't you and Chad come to my room? We need to go over the script.

Both Violeta and Chad agreed. "Sure."

Mason smiled at them and then scrutinized Chad more closely. "Great job on the weight loss. Have you seen the set in Northfield?" Chad had started his diet after what Mason told him last time.

The quickest way to lose weight was through hunger, and Chad had fully committed to shedding his former idol image for the role. Violeta responded, "Not yet. I haven't had the chance."

Chad added, "I visited it before coming here. Is it newly built? It looks fantastic."

Mason nodded. "Yes, about two-thirds of the scenes will be filmed there. Violeta, you should check it out this afternoon."

Violeta acknowledged, "Got it, Director."

Mason handed them the latest script revisions and discussed the roles.

The plot centered around a thieving couple, with the male lead handling the thefts and the female lead managing the selling of stolen goods.

Violeta's character was a sharp-tongued woman who exploited others but couldn't tolerate anyone taking advantage of her.

Having navigated the rough edges of society for years, she was skilled at surviving on the lower rungs of the social ladder.

Her look for this role was far from glamorous.

With heavy eye makeup, bold false lashes, and a low-cut neckline, she resembled a prostitute more than anything else. Skilled predators often disguise themselves as their prey.

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However, anyone attempting to take advantage of her would be making a grave mistake.

They shared a box lunch at the hotel.

In the afternoon, Violeta and Aster went to inspect the set in Northfield.

To match the script, the building's exterior was made to look aged, covered in moss and ivy. The staff were busy arranging furniture inside.

Violeta went up to the third floor and opened a window to look out at the bustling city below.

Aster's voice drifted from behind.

"Ms. White, constructing an entire set just for this shoot is quite a big investment. I wonder how much it cast."

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Violeta replied, "Invinne Group has the funds. The land belongs to their group."

Aster joined Violeta by the window. "I wish this building were mine; I could become a landlord."

Violeta's gaze shifted when she noticed something. She paused and then said to Aster, "Do you see that car?" Aster followed her gaze. "The Rolls-Royce?"

Violeta said, "If you get close to whoever owns that car, you might secure this building."

Aster evaluated her own prospects and muttered, "Forget it. Instead of chasing unrealistic dreams, I'd rather win over Eugene. After all, the early bird catches the worm, as they say

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Violeta left the room, not catching Aster's mumbling.

She went downstairs and was met by the production staff, who asked if she was satisfied with the lunch. If

not, they could order from another hotel.

Violeta had no particular preferences and was about to leave when she stopped to respond.

"By the way, do you know who owns that car?"

The staff turned to look. "That's Mr. Barnett's car. It's been here for a while, but we haven't seen him come down."

The Rolls-Royce parked in the shade belonged to Archer. He was there to check on company projects.

Violeta's expression sharpened as a sudden thought struck her. She quickly said her goodbyes to the crew and headed toward the Rolls-Royce.