Chapter 89

"Cut, mood, mood is not in place. Monica, your eyes are too dull... Forget it, rest for ten minutes and the makeup artist will make up Monica." Tracy sighed and wanted to say something about Monica, but she swallowed it back to her mouth.

It's really hard to get angry. Monica's state is affected. She plays abnormally during shooting, which has an indirect relationship with him.

Vincent Casso came to Sicily with the bait he threw.

Even the most professional actor will be affected by his trouble.

Emotional problems have a great impact on actors. It is easy to affect the mood and state of actors. They have things in their hearts and can't get into the play.

The people in the crew prepared in an orderly manner and didn't pay much attention to the number of NG shots.

In their view, this is the normal shooting scene. It's normal for actors to make mistakes and shoot a lens several times.

It's always going well with the wind and water. The schedule of the shooting plan is closely arranged. The crew keeps a high concentration of mental state at all times, which is easy to make the personnel nervous.

Now slow down the rhythm, which may be good for the whole crew. Of course, if Tracy doesn't get angry.

"Little guy, good performance. Keep going."

"Thank you, director."

Tracy patted him on the shoulder and the little guy smiled happily.

Albert, the little actor who worried him, was the best. The number of mistakes is within his tolerance, and he is getting better and better.

Stage fright and shyness can occur, but he adapts quickly. It's hard to imagine that he is only 13 years old.

After encouraging Albert, Tracy came to Monica's resting place.

Cleopatra's dress, all kinds of exquisite headwear, necklaces and a wisp of gauze cover the whole body. The beautiful body curve is at a glance, especially enchanting.

"Monica, if you feel bad, we can end the shooting early and go back to have a good rest."

"Ah? I'm fine, director. Finish shooting today."

Monica's eyes were empty, as if she was thinking about something. Tracy didn't notice when she came to her. She didn't wake her up until Tracy spoke.

Reluctantly smiled at Tracy, lost interest in talking, and his face was still at a loss. I was still thinking about Vincent's question to her. It was the other party's fault first. What did he do wrong.

Tracy frowned and knew there was no better way to solve her, so she had to order the crew to continue shooting.

One, two, three, still can't satisfy Tracy. Knowing that this is not the way to go on, Tracy called everyone to stop. Today, it should be a holiday for everyone to let Monica have a good rest and find a state.

Monica changed her clothes and Tracy walked out of the studio together. Vincent Casso could still be seen not far away.

It's really haunting. I've been pestering for two days and let Monica explain it to him.

The day before yesterday afternoon, Renault shouted to call the police. After listening to Tracy's instructions, Renault was more civilized and really sent him to the police station.

However, at the police station, the plaintiff became the defendant, and Renault first sued him for intimidation and harassment.

By the way, I gave him a little lesson. Recently, his right arm didn't go to the hospital for examination. I'm afraid it won't work.

Who knows this man belongs to brown sugar. He is getting stronger and stronger after being taught a lesson.

You can't tell Renault to kill him. It's unwise to do so.

Monica and Tracy saw Vincent. The former's eyes were a little flustered and flashed by. Tracy made no secret of his disgust.

Then he winked at Renault to keep the other party away from them.

Vincent had just raised his feet and walked towards them. A phone call stopped him. When he answered the phone, he seemed a little flustered. He didn't come up and barked a few words like before, and then turned and left.

Monica secretly breathed a sigh of relief and let Tracy with a calm face get into the car.

"Renault, the express from Paris has arrived?"

"Yes, boss. You can check it at any time."

After getting on the bus, Monica found a comfortable position and leaned back in her chair to close her eyes. Tracy asked Renault.

Renault gave a positive answer. Tracy smiled, patted Monica on the shoulder and said, "let's have a good meal first, and then take you to a good play."

Monica opened her eyes slightly without any expression on her face. It seemed that she was not interested in Tracy's words. Tracy didn't care about it.

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In a guest room on the fifth floor of a hotel near the street square, Vincent sat naked by the bed smoking.

Turning to the two partners still entangled, I wondered why they suddenly came to Sicily.

Just now I just wanted to vent my depression with these two "boyfriends", I didn't think so much. Now I wake up and suddenly feel that this matter is a little strange.

Put out the cigarette butts in the ashtray. Vincent climbed into bed, pushed the two male partners who were obsessed with selflessness and asked, "Hey, guys, why did you suddenly come to me? Didn't you agree to wait for me in Paris?"

When they were in the key, they were not in the mood to pay attention to Vincent. I saw the burly man pressing another thin man under him.

As soon as he wanted to continue, Vincent kicked him. Slight numbness on the arm and leaning to one side.

The good thing was interrupted. The man rubbed his shoulder, looked at Vincent with some complaints and said, "Hey, man, what are you doing? You're comfortable and can't disturb me."

"Hey, can't you two hear me? I'm asking you why you suddenly came here to find me."

"Ah?" the big man was asked about a lost car. He looked at him and subconsciously replied, "didn't you send someone to find us?"

"I didn't..."

"Dangdang..."

Vincent was about to continue his inquiry when he was interrupted by a sudden and hurried knock on the door. He still wanted to speak. The knock kept knocking. He looked at his two male partners, turned his head to the door, and finally decided to open the door first.

"Wait a minute, I'll come right away." he shouted to the door and hurried into his pants.

When he came to the door, he found a big white man standing at the door through the door mirror. He didn't know him. He asked vigilantly, "who are you looking for?"

"Mr. Casso? Your express has arrived." the white man smiled gently at the door mirror. He was no other than Tracy's bodyguard buck.

Besides him, Tracy and Monica, who had just had lunch, were outside the door, avoiding the view of the door mirror at the wall on one side of the door.

"Vincent is inside? What do you want me to see?" Monica, who has been in no mood for a long time, was suddenly excited when she heard Vincent's voice and asked Tracy immediately.

Tracy didn't answer her directly, just shrugged and pointed to the door with a pout.

Buck took out a picture and shook it against the door mirror. "It's all what you want. Believe it."

After two or three minutes of negotiation, Vincent's doubts were dispelled. The door was opened and a hand was stretched out. Vincent looked a little excited and said, "give me something..."

Before he finished, Buck pushed the door open. "Shall we go in and talk?"

"Just go out and give me something." Vincent was a little flustered and glanced at the bedroom.

"Buck, put away the photos."

At this time, Tracy opened her mouth, took Monica's hand and came over. He took some photos out of his arms.

Vincent was shocked when he saw Monica and Tracy and wanted to close the door. However, the door had been controlled by buck.

"Mr. Casso, I'm here to deliver the express for you." he and Monica were already standing at the door, and the picture in his hand was smashed on Vincent's face.