No one spoke further; both of them were breathing heavily, Rosemary out of sheer frustration.
Rosemary couldn’t see Maxwell’s expression and didn’t have the bandwidth to guess what he was
feeling. It took a good half a minute before she managed to calm her turbulent emotions, “The
contract has been signed; you can’t just back out now.”
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The response came in his calm and collected voice, “A deal’s not done until the follow-up’s in ce.
Why don’t you check with Mr. Ferber, see if he’s still keen on working with the Templeton Group?”
Mr. Ferber would obviously agree; for him, thepany’s future was more important than his face.
But after what he’d done to Rosemary, how could she possibly go ask him!
Anger surged in Rosemary’s chest again, “Maxwell, have you no shame!”
Maxwell, likely unused to such direct insults, replied with a chilling voice, “Rosemary, where are
your manners?”
The woman retorted sharply with a coldugh, “Might as well have been eaten by you.”
Calling him a dog was an insult to the poor pups!
After a few seconds of silence, Maxwell’s voice seemed to be restraining something, “Send your
ount details to Christ. He’ll transfer you ten million hardship fees, and I’ll add an extra five million
on the top of that aspensation.”
Rosemary clenched her teeth, knowing full well Maxwell wouldn’t budge on the three hundred
million, “I don’t want the extra five million. First, go through the divorce proceedings with me. I’ll pay
back the three hundred million in installments.”
“Do you really think you’re in any position to negotiate with me?”
Rosemary’s throat tightened, hit again by that same line—there was clearly no room for negotiation!
Since there was no room for negotiation, she didn’t want to waste another word on him and hung up
the phone.
She closed her eyes, tallying up her current finances, growing more agitated with each thought,
wishing she could drive over and punch Maxwell to death.
How could there be such an annoying and shameless man in the world?
All his money must havee from swindling and deceit!
Rosemary blocked all of Maxwell’s contact details and calmed herself in the restroom for over ten
minutes. Only when her emotions had eased did she open the door and walk out.
She hadn’t gone far when she ran into Hans, who was hurting over, seemingly looking for someone.
His gaze swept around until he saw Rosemary and let out a sigh of relief, “Rose, I’ve been looking
everywhere for you. The filming at the program team is almost done. The spotlight is now on you
and me.”
The artifact restoration show that Oswald had mentioned before - Rosemary had eventually agreed
to participate, but on the condition that she wouldn’t show her face. Yet, it was too good of a
publicity opportunity for the studio to miss, so they decided to have Hans join her in the restoration
segment, letting him be the face of the studio.
“Sorry, I just went to the restroom. Let’s get going.”
They entered the restoration room, and Rosemary’s workstation was all set up with the artifact for
this session - a vase with moderate damage. They nned to film over several sessions andter
edited the footage together into a single video.
The director came over to brief them, “Just focus on the restoration work as you normally would.
There’s no need to pose specifically for the camera.”
Rosemary nodded, “Sure, thanks, Director Madden.”
Director Madden’s gaze lingered on the woman’s face, unable to hide his regret, “Rose, are you
sure you don’t want to show your face? This is a great opportunity. With your beauty, you might
attract film and TV offers.”
He began to sell her the dream. A young and beautiful girl like her could be a ratings ma. What
a waste to just show her hands!
Rosemary smiled politely, “Sorry, but I’m an introvert by nature and don’t really fit in with other
circles. Just filming my hands is fine. Participating in this show is merely to raise awareness about
our industry. Whether or not I show my face doesn’t matter.”
Though Director Madden was disappointed, he didn’t push further. He nodded and returned to his
camera, “Ready everyone. Let’s start!”
Filming a documentary is different from shooting a drama. There’s no need for acting or a script;
Rosemary just has to do her thing, and how to shoot and edit was the director’s concern.
She and Hans were working on the same piece of porcin but had different tasks. Since
Rosemary didn’t want her face on camera, they were mostly filmed separately, rarely together in the
same shot.
Midway through, she handed something to Hans, who was intently focused on his task. He
identally grabbed her hand without looking.
He paused for a moment, then quickly let go, “Sorry.”
“It’s OK.” Since they were filming, Rosemary kept her voice very low.
The filming went smoothly, and after Director Madden recorded an interview with Oswald. After
everything was over, Oswald saw the crew out and invited them for a meal, but Rosemary didn’t
participate in any of these activities.
Hans nced at Rosemary, who had seemed distracted since the shoot ended, and asked, “Rose,
you seem down. Did something happen?”
Rosemary concealed the worries in her eyes; she and Hans weren’t close enough for personal
chats, “No, just a bit tired.”
“Then don’t overwork yourself,” Hans advised. “We have so many artifacts in storage, we couldn’t
finish restoring them all even if we had eight hands each. When you can ck off a bit, take the
chance.”
Rosemary simply smiled but didn’t continue the conversation.
At that moment, Christ’s call came through. The mere sight of his name made Rosemary think of
Maxwell, and she answered the phone with a trace of annoyance, “What is it?”
Christ, unaware of what had happened, was taken aback by her aggressive tone, and paused for a
few seconds before speaking, “Ms. Chambers, could you send me your bank ount? Mr.
Templeton asked me to transfer yourpensation for this engagement.”
So, it was about the money. Rosemary provided an ount number. The three hundred million was
a lost cause, but she was definitely going to take thepensation. She wasn’t about to let Maxwell
get off that easy!
Over the next few days, Rosemary and Hans were all caught up in fixing that vase. The program
team came twice more for additional shots. Unlike a drama series that requiresplex post-
production, the documentary was broadcasted on an online tform within a week.
That day, Christ came out of the president’s office, heaving a big sigh.
He had been having a tough timetely because he hadn’t thoroughly investigated Rosemary’s
position at Heritage Revive Studio and had reported incorrect information to Mr. Templeton.
Recently, every time Mr. Templeton nced his way, well, let’s just say he looked at him like he was
a total screw-up.
No, he had to try hard to keep his job!
Heading to the break room, Christ happened to overhear two secretaries whispering and giggling
with their phones out.
“I can''t believe I''m fan-girling over a pair of hands!”
“But what if they belong to some ugly creature or a middle-aged auntie? You can’t ship a pair of
hands without seeing the face!”
“No way, with the dude’s good looks, anyone who pairs up with him and has such gorgeous hands,
the person definitely can''t be ugly.”
They were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn’t notice Christ entering.
Christ’s gaze casually swept over the phone screen, and just as the camera zoomed in, he caught
sight of a pair of slender hands.
He paused momentarily, feeling a sense of familiarity with those hands. He couldn’t help but ask,
“What show is this?”