Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 336 - 221: Spoil Your Man Yourself_3

The only dissatisfaction is that the female protagonist has a boyfriend.

Although he only appears twice in the original story.

Once in the female protagonist’s imagination.

And once in the final ending, a scene where the female protagonist gets engaged to her boyfriend.

He hasn’t even proposed to Zoe yet, how could he let another man steal the march.

Even if it’s just acting, it’s not okay.

Thus, Julian Fairchild had Miles Hughes handle this matter, but unexpectedly, he was rejected.

"Ms. Roland’s meaning is..." Miles paused for a few seconds, "she wants you, young master, to audition yourself."

"Oh?"

"Yes, and Director Osborne also reminded us that Ms. Roland’s background is unfathomable; it’s better not to cross her or anger her.

I looked into it and found she indeed has some background."

If Miles could say such a thing, it was more than just an ordinary background.

Julian Fairchild tapped his long fingers lightly on the table, "Which family?"

"Surname Roland... with a background not inferior to the Fairchild Family, there’s only that one."

The tapping sound came to an abrupt stop.

After a long pause.

"Are you sure?" Julian’s chilly eyes slightly narrowed.

"I’m sure." Miles said, "I thoroughly investigated before telling you, young master."

"Then let’s face it." Julian picked up a report filled with annotations.

"Contact her, I want to audition."

...

Maeve Lane still felt a bit uncomfortable living with the Fairchild Family.

Wherever she went, people greeted her, as if she were already the lady of the house...

She mentioned it once to Julian Fairchild, and Julian even rewarded the servants.

Then she kept quiet.

The weather grew colder and colder.

Often waking up to a snow-covered world.

Maeve Lane and Ms. Roland often discussed the plot over video call for hours on end.

The two seemed a bit reclusive, not wanting to go out.

Occasionally, Director Osborne and a few screenwriters would also join the discussion.

Director Osborne had long taken a liking to the book "Southern Mountain," not just because of Ms. Roland’s reputation but because the book had a large following, making it suitable for adaptation.

The logic is actually very smooth, and there’s no major flaw, Mrs. Roland’s writing has a peaceful beauty, as if someone is gently narrating the story at your ear.

Apart from discussing some details, the script largely restores the original work.

During this time, Maeve Lane saw a middle-aged man on the other side of Ms. Roland’s video, seemingly her husband, also Mrs. Roland, with a naturally authoritative presence.

Although it was a simple encounter, Maeve couldn’t help but feel as if she’d seen him on TV before.

Sarah Sutton hadn’t been idle during this time either, as Maeve was busy with this project, so she postponed any notices she could.

In a few days, they’ll be entering the group.

Today, it was rare to see a sunny day, so Maeve had someone move a chair into the garden to lie in the sun.

"Sister."

She frowned, opened her eyes, and saw Sylvia Lane in servant’s attire, holding a cloth, staring straight at her, her eyes swollen, dark circles heavy.

"Sister, I was wrong, please forgive me, I surely won’t oppose you again." Sylvia Lane suddenly knelt before Maeve, crying.

Maeve glanced at her nonchalantly, her gaze casually sweeping over her clenched fists.

"Is my punishment for you these days not enough? If you’re not appeased, you can hit me again, no, as long as you stop tormenting me, you can beat me as many times as you like!"

Maeve walked up to her, squatted down, "Oh? Really want me to hit you?"

"Yes... Ah!"

Sylvia Lane immediately received a slap across the face.

Her face was twisted, her head buzzed from the impact.

"Tsk, I thought you’d learn a lesson, but... a dog can’t change its way." Maeve curled a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, "Let me guess... where’s the camera this time?"

Sylvia’s pupils contracted tightly, shocked to the core.

Seeing her reaction, Maeve knew she guessed correctly, they had already torn down each other’s facades, even Sylvia wasn’t stupid enough to think she would forgive her.

If there were others around, she might think she was putting on a show to gain sympathy.

But there was no one here.

So, who was she putting on this low act for?

The answer was obvious.

"Sister, what are you saying, I don’t understand..." Sylvia’s smile was a bit forced.

"You only know this trick, can’t you come up with something new?"

Maeve walked as she talked, then stopped in front of a pine tree, "Is it here?"

Sylvia subtly breathed a sigh of relief.