Chapter 220

The next morning, Lucy White arrived at the set bright and early.

"Director Jude, I'd like to film tomorrow's scenes today," she said bluntly.

Director Jude agreed without hesitation. Coincidentally, Lily Green had taken the morning off, so he scheduled Lucy's scenes first.

It wasn't until three in the afternoon that Lily finally made her grand entrance.

Lucy glanced up to see Lily glowing, her eyes brimming with satisfaction. It wasn't hard to guess what had happened the night before.

However, Lily's aura hadn't noticeably strengthened, which meant her companion had either been Oliver Knight or Ian Stone.

Lucy leaned toward the former—otherwise, someone as calculating as Lily wouldn't have dared to show up so late.

Sure enough, the moment Lily stepped onto the set, she simpered, "Director Jude, I'm so sorry. Mr. Knight insisted I accompany him to meet a client. It took longer than expected."

Her words were apologetic, but her eyes gleamed with smug triumph.

Director Jude snorted. Did she really think name-dropping Oliver would intimidate him? The woman clearly overestimated herself.

"Go get your makeup done," he dismissed her with a wave.

In the makeup room, Lucy was removing her stage makeup when Lily sauntered in with a sneer.

"Oh, Ms. White, leaving early again?"

Lucy didn't even look up. "I've already finished tomorrow's scenes. Should I stick around just to watch you put on airs?"

"Some people have such big attitudes for such small careers," Lucy scoffed. "Do you really think you're A-list material?"

The barb struck a nerve. If Lucy hadn't stolen the spotlight at every turn, Lily wouldn't still be languishing as a third-rate actress.

"Fortunes change," Lily spat through gritted teeth. "Don't look down on the young and struggling!"

"I only know one saying," Lucy rose to her full height, looking down at her. "What goes around comes around."

With that, she grabbed her bag and strode out.

The makeup artist and the third female lead struggled to suppress their laughter. Lily had always treated them with condescension—it was satisfying to see her taken down a peg.

"What are you staring at?" Lily snapped at the third lead, face burning with humiliation.

The third lead shot back, "At your inflated ego!" before slamming the door behind her.

Lily stomped her foot in frustration and whipped out her phone to text Oliver: [Lucy turned the whole crew against me!]

His reply came instantly: [Don't worry. She'll get what's coming to her.]

Remembering Oliver's promises from the night before, Lily finally smirked. "Lucy White, let's see how long your smug act lasts!"

Meanwhile, Lucy, having wrapped early, texted Ian Evans.

As she exited the studio, she spotted Ian and Julian Chase leaning against a flashy convertible.

"Over here!" Julian waved enthusiastically.

Lucy massaged her temples. "Just send me the address. I'll take a cab."

"Why?" they asked in unison.

"That car is too conspicuous," she sighed. "I don't need to trend on social media tomorrow."

Ian's eyes widened in realization before he shot Julian an annoyed glare. "This is why I told you not to bring this one!"

In the end, Lucy took a taxi alone to the hospital.

En route, Ian sent the location—the most exclusive private hospital in the capital.

When she arrived, Ian and Julian had been waiting at the entrance.

The VIP ward occupied an entire floor. As the door opened, a slender figure stood silhouetted against the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Hearing the noise, the man turned.

Though illness had left him gaunt, it couldn't diminish his gentle, refined demeanor.

"You must be Ms. White," he smiled. "I've heard so much about you."

Ian hurried to introduce them. "Lucy, this is my uncle, Evan Evans."

"Mr. Evans," Lucy nodded politely.