Chapter 389 She Must Die
Margaret Scott, CEO of Starlight Entertainment, personally oversees the script! Eight hours a day on set!
Margaret is now a well-known figure in the industry, and finding information about her is incredibly easy. In fact, her and Lyle's rumors occupy a whopping eighty percent of the first page of search engine results.
Grace frowned slightly, focusing intently on the news article. The photo of Margaret on set was crystal clear, and the smile on her face made Grace feel deeply uncomfortable, even more jealous.
Margaret, why does she get everything I can't have, especially Lyle?
She must get rid of this thorn in her side!
"Alright, everyone, you've worked hard today. Let's wrap up early and get some rest."
Margaret had been monitoring the filming progress on set. After seeing the director nod slightly, she checked the playback on the camera. Once she confirmed everything was fine, she stood up and spoke.
The actors breathed a sigh of relief and headed to the rest area to gather their belongings. Seraphina approached Margaret to say goodbye.
"Ms. Scott, I'll be heading out now."
Lyle didn't have any scenes this afternoon, so he wasn't on set, which allowed Margaret to relax a bit.
Ever since Lyle's comments caused a stir online, things had been awkward between them. They hadn't had a proper conversation in days, and their private interactions were few and far between.
Margaret snapped back to reality and smiled at Seraphina. Her progress on set was evident, and with time, she would surely become a star.
"Alright, take care and get some rest. You've worked hard today."
As the actors gradually left, Margaret also felt relieved. She rubbed her temples, stood up from her chair, and stretched.
She needed to rest too.
The next morning, Margaret had just finished getting ready and was about to put on her coat to head to the set when her phone rang from the shoe cabinet.
Margaret slipped into her shoes and picked up the phone.
"Do you have time tonight? Want to grab dinner?"
It was William's voice.
"William?" Margaret was puzzled and glanced at her watch. It seemed it wasn't work hours yet. "Why are you calling me at this time?"
"Is it a problem?" William's voice sounded cheerful.
Margaret couldn't help but smile, but she hesitated at the thought of dinner.
If they met privately, wouldn't Angel find out?
"It's not that. I was just thinking, won't Angel get suspicious if you call me about dinner at this time? What if she finds out we're meeting privately?"
"Angel."
William's voice was low and somewhat helpless.
He and Margaret were a proper couple, yet it felt like they were sneaking around.
"It's fine. Angel trusts me now and doesn't cling to me as much. She's been preoccupied, probably because of the plan I mentioned to her last time. She's been thinking about something."
"If you're free tonight, let's have dinner at Wisteria Restaurant. I've already made a reservation. She won't see you, and we can have a private gathering. It should be fine."
Seeing that William had arranged everything, Margaret thought it over and agreed.
"Alright, I have a scene this evening. I'll head over after it's done. If you get there early, just wait for me."
"Okay." William's voice carried a hint of a smile and was much gentler.
When Margaret arrived on set, Lyle was already rehearsing lines with his co-star. Everyone greeted Margaret as she walked in.
Lyle heard someone call Margaret's name and turned around. He smiled at her but didn't say anything.
Lyle admitted that his public declaration to pursue Margaret was intentional. It was the first time he had been so candid about it. He wanted to give it a shot.
It was only natural.
But Margaret's recent attitude left Lyle unsure how to approach her, so he settled for a smile.
"Everyone's worked hard. After the scene, come have some milk tea and take a break."
Margaret was holding two bags of milk tea she had specially bought.
During the break, Margaret handed out the milk tea. She walked over to Lyle and handed him a cup. "Have some milk tea. It's sugar-free, so you can maintain your figure."
Lyle looked up, saw it was her, and smiled. He took the milk tea and said, "Thanks."
Margaret smiled and was about to walk away when Lyle called her back.
"Is there something else?"
"I'm sorry." Lyle hesitated for a moment but finally spoke. "I was wrong to say what I did during the interview. I didn't consider your feelings. I'm sorry."
Margaret was taken aback, her expression momentarily awkward, but she quickly relaxed and waved it off.
"I was a bit upset, but the PR team has mostly handled it. Just don't say things that can be misunderstood in front of the media. It makes things difficult for me."
"Okay." Lyle nodded, his fingers slightly curled at his side. After a moment's thought, he asked, "We're still friends, right?"
"Of course."
Hearing Margaret's response, Lyle felt relieved.
Meanwhile, Grace was obsessively thinking about how to get close to Margaret. She was almost driven to madness.
Would the Smith family return to its former glory if Margaret were gone? Would Lyle finally notice her?
No, Margaret must die!
Grace sat up in bed. Colt had gone to the office, leaving only the servants and her at home. She quietly went downstairs, saw the servant washing dishes in the kitchen, and slipped into the storage room at the corner of the first floor.
Grace remembered seeing Colt's short hunting rifle here once. Last month, her father had mentioned it was still functional.
Now was the perfect opportunity.
Grace found the gun in a metal box. The magazine was intact. She carefully took it out and put it in her coat pocket. She told the servant, "I'm going out for a walk, just to buy some food. I'll be back soon."
The servant came out of the kitchen, looking at her with concern. Grace shook her head and smiled. "I'm really fine. Don't worry. I won't cause any trouble."
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