Chapter 714: Auriflerd Charles

Freddie frowned, his expression puzzled. “Her reputation in the entertainment industry is… tenuous. Being from a wealthy family, she doesn't need to exert much effort. Her involvement often seems more like a hobby than a commitment.”

“Besides,” Freddie continued, “discussing specific scenes, particularly the male lead’s, is unprecedented before the team assembles. Mr. Madron’s directive this morning was clear—we wait until filming begins.”

Given the script breakdown and the past two days of virtual meetings, the male lead’s character had been thoroughly analyzed. Charles’s deep understanding of the role, highlighted by Director Oswald Madron’s praise, made Felicia’s reservations perplexing. Was she undervaluing Charles’s input?

Charles frowned. “I don’t have a good impression of her.”

“Since Mr. Madron is going, you should go too,” Freddie advised. Many found working with unprofessional celebrities frustrating, but maintaining public appearances was essential.

“Alright,” Charles replied coldly. He felt the current generation of women lacked certain qualities. His career and financial goals—specifically, purchasing a villa for his family—were paramount. Everything else was secondary.

After her nap, Skylar idly scrolled through her phone, reviewing information and studying. She had read extensively at Zindel Residence as a child. The library there had fewer books relevant to her current field than Viola's collection, which Viola claimed contained many unique volumes. However, few books addressed the recent surge in negative items, a topic Viola rarely discussed.

Fortunately, Skylar's knowledge on the subject was limited, suggesting the rarity of such harmful items. Those who had misused them were likely gone. Before her rebirth, she had been entirely unaware of these matters; it was as if a door to knowledge had been sealed shut, only beginning to creak open after her rebirth. Viola likely hadn’t anticipated this recent surge.

Determined to learn more, Skylar visited the Jipsburg City library—a ten-story behemoth. Familiar with its layout from her college days, she located relevant volumes and settled in to read. Time flew by as she researched, but she left before closing, having found little relevant information.

Meanwhile, Joe and Gloria had gone to Avalon Residence early that morning for Derek’s engagement party, inviting Skylar. Given her injuries and the potential for misunderstandings, she declined, opting to stay at Galaxy Villa, where a maid from Pearlhall Residence attended to her. She spent the entire afternoon at the library, losing track of time.

Joe called. “Are you not home?”

Skylar glanced at the heavy traffic. “I’m at the library doing research. Have you and Grandma arrived?”

“We’re here. Take care of yourself.” Joe exhaled a puff of smoke before extinguishing his cigarette. His stern face belied his gentle tone.