Chapter: 966

"Which scene should I do now?"

Scene rehearsals were a regular affair for Rosalee, so she didn't sense anything strange. Taking her seat across from the director, she took out the script.

"It's just the two of us for this scene."

The director was a middle-aged man with an unremarkable appearance.

He was dressed in a shirt and shorts that did Little to conceal his hairy physique.

“But didn't we do this scene last time? Another round seems unnecessary. I'm confident I can deliver a strong performance."

Rosalee's refusal was immediate and firm.

The director said in an authoritative voice, “I'm the director. As an actress, it's your job to follow my instructions."

Since Rosalee was cast as a prostitute, her costume left little to the imagination, showcasing her thighs and complementing her captivating appearance.

To her shock, during a scene where she was meant to seduce a man, the director brazenly ripped off her costume.

She clutched the tatters to her chest, stepping back, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and rage. “Director, what on earth do you think you are doing?"

"Don't play innocent, you scheming woman. Aren't you here to trade your body for better roles and resources? Have sex with me, and I'll guarantee you the lead in my next movie."

Rosalee was playing the supporting actress in this movie.

The director harbored a long-standing desire for her, yearning to be intimate with her. During the last encounter, he had used the same excuse, embracing her and tenderly touching her. Since then, he couldn't shake the memory, even finding himself fantasizing about being with her.

With a sinister grin, the director slowly approached Rosalee. "I have given the crew the day off, leaving just you and me here. You are staying with me today."

The tension in the director's small office was palpable.

Rosalee clutched the torn edges of her costume, desperately trying to maintain her modesty. With a trembling voice, she confronted the director. “Hans Boyd is my boyfriend. How could you do this to me?"

The director's laughter echoed in the room, filled with disdain as he looked at Rosalee. "Hans comes from a wealthy and powerful family.

However, you are just an actress. He will discard you eventually. Who is going to believe in your innocence? Don't forget you are in the showbiz."

The director looked at her obscenely. “Plenty of actresses have climbed to fame by selling their bodies. Since you have chosen this industry, you have to play by its rules."

This unspoken rule was known to everyone in the entertainment industry. Rosalee had heard whispers of it when she first stepped into acting, but she had never been confronted with it directly.

Whenever possible, she defied it, even going as far as bringing her assistant along to events, fearful of being caught in compromising situations.

Clutching her collar with determination, she exerted all her strength to wrench the door open. “I won't comply! You cannot force me!"

To her dismay, the door was firmly locked, rendering her efforts futile. Without the key, she was unable to gain freedom!