After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Brock didn't think Poppy was from a poor family or from a village. He could tell from her hands that she wasn't good at doing those things.

As a director, he was always careful.

The girl's eyes were full of purity and naiveness without any shrewdness. Her innocent look lit up Brock's eyes.

When Eden interacted with her earlier, their natural performances matched the scenes in the playscript.

Finally, Brock withdrew his gaze from Poppy and asked her sincerely, "Miss, are you interested in acting in my movie? You'll perform the male lead's assistant.” "Me? May | act in your movie for real?" Poppy widened her eyes in surprise, disbelief filling her eyes.

She couldn't believe the director was talking to her.

"Come on. Try to perform a scene." Brock opened the playscript and pointed at an easy scene to her. "Act this part. The male lead is sick, and you need to help him walk to the sidewalk and hail a taxi to go to the hospital.” Poppy blushed slightly. Although she was Eden's assistant and had been with him for more than a month, she had never been so close to him.

She even needed to help him walk...

However, she was curious about the movie, and feeling excited.

Poppy had never known anything about the film industry. Although Maskelyne Entertainment was a famous company in the business, she had always relied on Franklin.

‘No, | cannot be an assistant all the time. This is a good opportunity. | must gain this role. | will become an actress. Although | didn't major in performing, I'm still young. I... | must achieve something and impress Sylvia.

At this moment, Poppy became self-confident.

"OK. Let me have a try." She studied the assistant's character, habits, and hobbies and remembered them all.

Then she thought about the scene appointed by Brock.

Around ten minutes later, she bit her lip and walked to Brock. "I'm ready, Mr. Davila." Eden suggested it to Brock casually earlier. Much to his surprise, his assistant prepared for the scene thoughtfully.

He actively stood up. "OK. I'll cooperate with you." He lay on the sofa, looking weak.

The assistant pushed the door open and entered. As usual, she put the lunchboxes on the table and said, "I bought some spaghetti from Sunrise Restaurant. Get up and have some food." However, the male lead didn't answer.

The assistant looked confused, walking toward the sofa. After approaching him, she found something wrong with him.

She asked in surprise, "What's wrong? Are you all right?" Eden gradually opened his eyes and replied in a weak tone, "I'm probably on a fever." "On a fever? You have a variety show to record this evening. What should we do?" The assistant paced around the room anxiously. Suddenly, gritting her teeth, she helped Eden stand up, put his arm on her shoulders, and said, "Let me take you to the hospital." With difficulty, she burdened Eden's weight, moving toward the door.

The scene was simple.

It would be perfect if Poppy showed her anxiety and worry toward the idol.

Brock said, "Cut!" Instantly, Poppy escaped from Eden. He was so close to her that she could even feel his breath.

Her heart pounded as she smelled his mint scent.

When she was close to him, she found that his skin was smooth and his pores were invisible.

It was the first time that Poppy was so close to a boy after growing up.

Eden frowned, glaring at her unhappily. "Why are you running away so fast? | almost fall." Many fans wanted to be as close to him as possible, but this girl didn't treasure the opportunity.

She even couldn't wait to push him away.

As a handsome idol with a large fan base, Eden couldn't believe a girl had escaped from him.

Therefore, he understood why his agent hired Poppy.

There was no obsession toward him in her eyes. Suddenly, Eden found that he had never seen amazement in Poppy's eyes when they met.

When she looked at him, she never looked obsessed or amazed by his handsome face.

'Is she blind? How could she ignore my charm?" his inner voice complained.

Poppy didn't know what was on Eden's mind and didn't care.

All she wanted to know was Brock's opinion of her performance. Therefore, she trotted to him and asked him expectantly, "Mr.

Davila, did I..." "You need the training to act, but not bad," Brock remarked objectively, "If you really wish to be an actress, you must be modest and willing to work hard. You cannot play a game while acting. Nor can you show off. It's a profession, and you must respect and treasure your career. If you're ready, we can sign the contract.” Poppy bowed her head instead of looking at Brock.

After thinking for a while, she looked up at him, her pretty eyes full of determination. "I'm willing to sign the contract, Mr. Davila. | don't have any acting experience, but I'm willing to learn.” Brock nodded at her. He didn't have an assistant, so he pulled out two copies of the contract. "Here is the contract with two copies. One for you and one for me." He had just returned to directing a movie, so it would be difficult to invite a famous actress to join this movie.

However, he had confidence in Poppy. If she was willing to learn, he would teach her well.

Poppy probably couldn't be compared to the award-winning actresses, but he expected her to exceed the famous actresses.

After all, he found the innocence and purity of Poppy, which had vanished from the experienced actresses.

Naiveness was requested for the assistant role as she was a simple-minded girl from a village.

Coincidentally, Poppy had such a character as she hadn't been impacted by the real world.

In the following days, Brock found several actors and actresses for different roles in the movie.

Some were experienced performers who had only played minor roles. Some had played many supporting roles but hadn't become famous.

Anyone famous was unwilling to join his crew.

Brock knew his reputation had been tarnished, so he understood it.

He also didn't insist on inviting famous actors or actresses with large fan bases to hype up his movie.

He wished to let the public know him again according to the movie's quality and reputation.