Chapter 242

He made women believe they were being spoiled.

Evelyn removed her sunglasses and stared at Grace, her eyes blazing. "Grace, Brian is mine!"

"Then tell him that, not me," Grace replied coldly.

Evelyn groaned, then quickly turned and walked away. She couldn't get anything from Grace, so wasting her time was pointless. But she wanted Grace to pay for her words. What did Grace mean by "how long can she be Brian's girlfriend"? She would be Brian's last girlfriend! She wouldn't give him up for anything.

Later that night, Grace received a Messenger message from the organizer. It instructed her to return to the film set from her previous job, on her day off this week. The message read:

'The director said there were a few shots of you missing from last time, and you did a good job. The last scene with the extras wasn't filmed. However, it will be filmed the day after tomorrow. It will use the same extras as last time to avoid confusion. Sidney, the organizer, also left this message explaining everything.'

Grace hesitated before replying, "Alright, got it." After all, she'd already filmed it once. It wouldn't be right to back out now. Besides, Claire Watts had gotten her the job; refusing might cause unnecessary trouble for her.

"Who's that from?" a voice asked from behind her. Grace turned sharply to see Jason in the room. He hadn't entered through the connecting door, but through her bedroom door.

"I just agreed to be an extra again this week," Grace said.

He frowned. "Again? Haven't you suffered enough from the last job?"

Grace pressed her lips together. "If you want to make money, you have to suffer." Besides, after this shoot, she'd avoid any productions involving Evelyn.

A spark flickered in his eyes. "So you don't care about suffering as long as you're paid?" he asked, leaning on the bed, bending down to look directly into her eyes.

Startled, she subconsciously leaned back, trying to create distance. But the closer she moved, the closer he came. His intensely beautiful, amorous eyes were captivating, yet impenetrable; it was as if a cloud of smoke veiled his gaze.

"Is that right, Sis?" he murmured, his breath warm on her face.

Lost in thought, she felt her strength leave her. Her back hit the bed. The next moment, he was on top of her. "So you don't mind suffering if I pay you?"

Grace's face flushed slightly. "I only earn what I deserve!"

He chuckled, stroking her red lips with his finger. "Don't you deserve the money I give you?"