From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

“… … No, I don't know the specifics. I just heard Michelle's assistant has been on the phone, contacting different agents and actors. God knows what they're doing.”

“That doesn't make sense. The actors have all been confirmed, haven't they?”

“What I heard is slightly different. They had a meeting all afternoon, looking very serious. I suspect there's a problem with the funding.”

“Funding? No, no, no, impossible.”

“Don't go making wild guesses.”

“What nonsense is this?”

“My friend saw Edgar Cook.”

“... Wait, who?”

“Edgar Cook, Anson's agent, currently the hottest agent in Hollywood. I heard he was the one who discovered Anson.”

“Uh, but… what's he doing here?”

“I don't know, but I can say with 100% certainty that it's probably not good.”

“Could it be that Anson is preparing to quit the production?”

Rustling, chattering.

All sorts of rumors and whispers spread through the crew.

Truth and falsehood, reality and illusion, one "I heard" after another "rumor." No one knows what's going on, and no one knows the real situation, but that doesn't stop them from sensing the impending storm.

The "Warm Light Within" crew is just a small team, and the slightest disturbance spreads in the blink of an eye. The core production team consists of only a few people, and their every move cannot be hidden from the crew members.

However, everything is happening too fast right now. Only rumors have leaked, and various speculations are emerging one after another; but no one knows the truth.

The crew is exceptionally noisy—

Grant looked a little helpless.

“Ahem.”

He deliberately cleared his throat, and the discussions stopped instantly, all eyes focused on Grant.

“Focus on work.”

“Everything is just a rumor right now. There's no need for everyone to speculate wildly here.”

“Otherwise, the actors will be able to sense it when filming starts later.”

After last night's chaos, the last thing they need now is another storm.

However, Grant still failed to control the situation. After a slight pause, the attention instead focused on Grant in a hubbub.

“Grant, do you know something behind the scenes?”

Grant: ???

“No, I don't know anything.” Grant looked a little helpless.

“Come on, you must know something.”

“Yeah, yeah, share the secret and put us at ease.”

All guns were turned on Grant, which Grant had not expected.

The crew did indeed smell a storm, but precisely because the truth was hidden behind the scenes, temporarily elusive, the sense of unease became increasingly apparent and spread.

Grant was also powerless.

“Shh… shh!”

“The hallway!”

At this moment, someone reminded them that some sounds could be heard in the hallway.

The apartment was silent, everyone straining their ears to listen.

Sure enough, someone was coming.

The set immediately returned to order, and the staff all threw themselves into their work, looking orderly, until the apartment door was pushed open, and their eyes drifted towards the door casually.

Anson.

Kate.

And a strange face, who looked like an assistant.

“Hey, Kate, hey, Anson.”

But the corners of their eyes couldn't help but drift over—

The two leads actually appeared hand in hand?

This was not normal.

So, did this imply that something was indeed happening in the crew?

One or two pairs of eyes tried to capture clues from the faces of the two actors. Although the crew's preparations were proceeding in an orderly manner, and the busy scene in front of them seemed no different from usual; but the agitation and unease permeating the air were still slightly different.

Anson noticed it.

Kate also noticed it.

Although they didn't understand the reason, after a little thought, it wasn't difficult to find the answer.

Kate turned to look at Anson, giving him an inquiring look; Anson returned a smile, encouraging her.

Kate made a decision after only a moment's hesitation.

There was no need to hide this matter, because everyone would notice it during the filming that followed; moreover, Kate didn't want her affairs to become a secret, causing the crew's gossip to escalate. Those rumors were bad enough, and what was worse was that they affected the crew's work.

“Hey, everyone.”

Kate said loudly.

“Can I take thirty seconds of your time? There are some things I want to tell you myself.”

“Thank you!”

“The thing is—I'm pregnant.”

“Originally, I considered whether I should quit the crew to avoid delaying filming; but after thinking about it, I decided to be a little selfish, because I like the role of Clementine too much, so I chose to stay, and I will complete the filming of the entire movie.”

“However, in the upcoming filming, I may become the most troublesome and annoying person in the crew, and you will need to accommodate me a bit. But I promise that I will devote myself wholeheartedly to the work, hoping to complete the filming of the movie according to plan.”

“That's all.”

“Well… I wish you all a wonderful day.”

The words were actually not coherent, and some of the meanings were not clearly conveyed—

Just like Kate. Language is not her strength, action is.

But in the end, Kate still showed her sincerity and enthusiasm.

However.

The entire apartment was completely stunned, as if the pause button had been pressed.

To be precise, from the moment she said, “I’m pregnant,” everyone lost their ability to react, one or two people plunged into shock, unable to recover, so that the words that followed evolved into a jumble surging over their eardrums.

All sorts of guesses were in vain, none of them were right, and they didn't even get close to the edge of the truth.

The air was a little awkward.

Kate didn't know what to do.

Just when Kate didn't know where to put her hands and feet, Anson raised his right hand innocently.

“The child is not mine.”

One second, two seconds—

The whole place burst into laughter.

A real belly laugh, and the atmosphere suddenly became cheerful.

Anson didn't laugh, but spread his hands, looking serious, “I just need to clarify some misunderstandings to avoid affecting my popularity in the dating market.”

Kate couldn't help but smile, which crept up the corners of her mouth and onto her eyebrows. She looked at Anson and shook her head repeatedly, “Don't worry, you're not my type.”

Anson's interruption finally brought the crew back to their senses. Although shock and surprise still surged in their chests, at least their brains started working again.

Then, Anson added, “By the way, I know the news will leak sooner or later. After all, this is Hollywood, not the Pentagon.”

“Oh, sorry, not even the Pentagon.”

Pfft.

His off-the-cuff remarks made the scene unable to contain the laughter.

“But if possible, let's delay it as much as possible to buy the crew more quiet working time, and also to protect Kate and her child. They need to stay away from the paparazzi.”

“Definitely not to protect the true identity of the child's father.”

The first half was perfectly normal, and Kate was a little touched.

But the second half?

Kate looked at Anson speechlessly, but her smile couldn't help but rise. She raised her hand and gave Anson a heavy blow on the arm, expressing her strong protest, “Anson!”

Anson ignored Kate and looked at the crew with a serious face, “Shh,” putting his finger on his lips to make sure everyone received his eye signal.

Laughter couldn't stop at all.