Chapter 515

Meanwhile, Eleanor wandered off to another part of the film set alone. She had no interest in watching Hazel Johan fawn over industry bigwigs and flatter anyone with half a name. So instead of trailing behind like a lost assistant, she chose to explore. It was her first time on the set of a historical drama, and everything around her brimmed with novelty. Towering William Tell facades, delicately painted props, the hushed whispers of rehearsals—it was like stepping into a different era. Crew members in modern clothes darted to and fro, while actors in flowing period costumes strolled by with practised elegance. The surreal blend of old and new captivated her. As she walked, she drew glances from both staff and extras. Some recognised her, whispering her name beneath their breath. But the chill in her expression and her quietly commanding aura deterred them—no one dared approach. Others didn’t recognize her at all, only thinking: Who is this woman? That face... that presence... she must