Chapter 409

"At the backstage lounge, Mr Lane," one of the assistants replied. Bradley nodded quietly and headed to the backstage to look for Guinevere. "Miss Cohen… I heard you're refusing to shoot?" he asked the instant he stepped inside Guinvere's private room, opening the door without flinching unlike Guinevere's wimpy assistants. "Or perhaps you have another opinion to offer?" Guinevere was caught by surprise and looked up to see that it was Bradley. Her gaze changing right then, she said, "Why would you say that? Wasn't my body double doing just fine?" "She is, but I heard from others that you don't actually agree." "… Who, me?" Guinevere rose to her feet. "How so? And who said that?" Bradley certainly could not point fingers, and simply fixed his gaze upon her. "I hope you'll be forthright if you have any opinions. You know that my film schedule has been packed recently, and I won't be aware of your mood swings 24/7." His words were sharp, but actually tolerant—Guinevere could tell t