Daniel Hughes, young as he was, exuded an aura of fearlessness toward Asher Land.
He grew impatient seeing Sophie Smith dawdling here.
"Miss Smith, it's just a film shoot; what's there to be so nervous about?"
Even though Daniel's words seemed righteous, it was obvious to anyone that his true intention was to take advantage of Sophie, using the bed scene as a pretext.
As he spoke, Daniel shamelessly took off his black T-shirt, throwing it aside, exposing his bare chest.
After removing his shirt, he started to undo the belt of his jeans,...
Sophie's unease grew more intense.
"Wait a minute..."
Feeling flushed, Sophie walked up to the director, "I—I request a closed set."
A closed set?
There were already as few people as possible.
The director, the lighting technician, the photographer, Daniel—essential personnel—aside from clearing the assistants away, there was still Asher Land.
But, damn it, who would dare say such a thing to Asher Land?
