Indira plays a very endearing character who is both innocent and loyal, and is one of the great assists in the relationship between the male and female leads.

Now the actor is Faye and the screenwriter has to rewrite the script, which means her part will be the same as hers. To say that Faye wasn't premeditating, she was the first to admit it.

After the producer left, Lucia pushed open the door and took out a few passion fruits from the bedside, intending to make some honey water to make sweet and sour honey passion fruit juice.

In the previous life, Faye got the lead role, and Indira's role was naturally unbeatable. She remembers that the little girl was very popular and became a little hit, and later became Faye's capable assistant with several roles.

This girl looks shrewd but is actually very loyal. As long as you are nice to her, she will do her best for you. What a pity for a good girl.

Indira took a sip of Lucia's juice, her eyes filled with deep despair, and her fingers accidentally touched her cheek, which was originally smooth and fine but now covered with a scar.

"I asked the doctor, your face isn't hopeless, there's still hope with the best medicine. Plastic surgery abroad is risky and costly, and there are many aftereffects. A new type of scar treatment ointment has emerged on the market, which can fade without any problem with just two courses of treatment."

Indira's originally shining eyes dimmed instantly. Yes, that's what the doctor told himself, but that new type of ointment is said to have been snapped up by the upper class overseas. Indira is just a working-class child, not to mention whether she has the right to use it or not, she can't even afford it.

"Sister Lucia, my face is ruined, my career is gone, and I have nothing left." "I'm only nineteen. I'm still so young. What should I do in the rest of my life?" Indira sobbed, her desperate gaze falling on Lucia.

She buried her face in Lucia's arms and wept uncontrollably, for there was nothing she could do but shed tears.

"Indira, you have to be strong. The difficulties will pass. It will be possible." Faye was going to kill Indira, so she insisted on bringing Indira back to life. She didn't believe that this man could control everything with his hands.

Did Faye think that once she got the role, everything was fine? She had to let Faye know what a big hot potato she had taken.

The top priority now is to restore Indira's face, otherwise it's all empty talk, but how can she restore her face? I don't have any money myself...

Suddenly, she came up with a good idea.

Lucia left the hospital at noon, with the scorching sun above her head, but her heart was more determined than ever before. Kiera and Faye... Two colluding scoundrels.

She calmly pulled out her phone, her lips curved into a determined arc, and her eyes shone like stars in the sky, shining with flawless radiance. The blue dress on her body curled up in a small arc, and she smiled like a fairy or a demon.

"Mr. Steven, may I ask when you are free?"

At this moment, Steven was listening to the project manager's presentation in the meeting room. He sat in his chair without saying a word, his white shirt highlighting his strong pectoral muscles to the fullest, and with the man's natural beauty, he exuded an intoxicating sense of ascetic.

The meeting room, however, was in a state of impending doom, with dark clouds gathering. Steven's dark eyes, his fingers curled up and tapped on the table, as if they were hitting everyone's heart.

Despite his usual air of elegance as a nobleman, Steven is known in business for his cold, decisive, strategic and no one dares to look down upon or be presumptuous.

All the shareholders and project managers present, sweating profusely, looked up at the man at the top, sincerely hoping for a savior from the heavens to save them from their dire situation. This low pressure is unbearable, isn't it?

Just then, a phone rang, breaking the clouds above everyone's heads. Steven's cold, stiff face line softened a little at the sight of the caller, and even a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Everyone looked at each other in astonishment. The president actually laughed, laughed? Who on earth could make Mr. Steven, who has been cold for years, smile like the spring breeze?

They have to give each other 10,086 likes.

Alan knew without a second thought that it must be Miss Lucia's call. No one else could make the president show such an expression except her.

The moment Steven received the call, all his irritability vanished. It was the first time she had called him on her own initiative, and the little girl finally remembered him.

"All right, I'm free the day after tomorrow. Let's make an appointment then."

Everyone smelled something unusual from this word. The president is going on a date? Is the CEO in a relationship? Shareholders are excited. No more worries about being fired.

But before the joy was over, Steven returned to his usual indifference the moment he hung up his phone.

A new round of massacre mode continues.

Lucia was secretly preparing to have dinner with Steven the day after tomorrow, but when she arrived at the set in the afternoon, she accidentally spotted the last person she wanted to see.

Faye seemed to be in a good mood, completely unaffected by the previous audition, sitting among a group of actors, chatting and laughing, enjoying the fawning of the crowd. She deliberately gave Lucia a provocative look when she saw her.

However, Lucia didn't even bother to give an expression and turned to the dressing room to get ready. This made Faye feel as if she had punched cotton, with an indescribable feeling, and she could only curse Lucia as a curse.

Lucia, having changed into her costume, came to the set and, whether on purpose or not, grabbed her dress and sat beside Faye, touched her princess hairpin and smiled.

In the past, Faye and Lucia were both beautiful in people's eyes, one like a pure white lotus, charming and alluring; The other was like a charming rose, bright and flamboyant. But now that they are sitting together, the difference is revealed.

Perhaps because Faye was dressed as a concubine's daughter, she seemed a bit petty compared to Lucia, and her usual well-fitting pink looked rather childish against Lucia.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone knew their backgrounds were worlds apart, they would probably think Lucia was the real young lady.

Faye saw the disappointment and amazement in everyone's eyes. She was used to being flattered and naturally thought that everyone was charmed by her beauty, amazed to the extreme, and couldn't help but smile smugly at the corners of her mouth.

Who is the real young lady? It's obvious. You should know that you are a well-educated heiress, not a fake who has learned acting for two days.

Nowadays, the two of them are in the same production team. Lucia is still a bit inexperienced when competing with her.

"Mr. Steven... Why are you free to come? Please take a seat." The director's groveling voice suddenly rang in my ears.