Transmigrated as The Best Female Character of the Year

In reality, Melody Monroe was past the point of hunger. Her meals had been nothing but leafy greens.

She had been filming nonstop with intense focus, and now that she could finally relax, she felt nauseous and dizzy.

As she was walking forward, she accidentally tripped on a prop on the ground, her body pitching forward uncontrollably.

Zane Langdon quickly caught her. "Careful! Melody, you look so pale. Are you not feeling well?"

"I’m fine, thank you. I just wasn’t watching where I was going," Melody Monroe thanked him hastily.

Zane Langdon was the warm, kind type, as gentle as a spring breeze. His thoughtfulness was hidden in his actions. He wasn’t very talkative and could seem a bit cold and aloof, but once you got to know him, you’d realize he was very easygoing.

During filming, he had also given Melody Monroe a lot of professional advice.

Melody Monroe’s favorable impression of him was skyrocketing. Moreover, she was humble and eager to learn, always asking Zane Langdon for guidance whenever she was unsure about something.

Zane Langdon found it very comfortable to be around Melody Monroe. It had been a long time since he’d felt this way.

Melody Monroe was a newcomer, but she had a solid foundation in acting and was extremely professional. His first impression of her had been excellent.

Before, he was always the one pulling others into the scene. Now, whenever he had a scene with Melody Monroe, he found that she was usually the one pulling him into her world.

Though they had only known each other for a short time, they were already as familiar as old friends.

Jasper Rockwell held up his phone and saved the scene he had just recorded. ’Perfect, I got it all on camera! I have to send this to Evan Fairchild right away.’

’This will be the perfect test to see if he cares!’

After the video sent successfully, he sent a voice message. "President Fairchild, I just took a little video of the work site for you. How about that? Satisfied with my work?"

After sending the voice message, he immediately popped a lollipop into his mouth, grinning like a fox.

Evan Fairchild was in a meeting when his phone chimed twice.

Seeing it was a message from Jasper Rockwell, he motioned for the project manager, who was in the middle of a presentation, to pause.

He picked up his phone and opened the video.

In the video, Melody Monroe and Zane Langdon were talking and laughing, their shoulders leaning intimately against each other!

Suddenly, Evan Fairchild’s brow furrowed into a knot.

The people around him saw this, and the hairs on their arms stood on end with tension.

’We’re doomed. What kind of message was that?’

’The weekend is almost here, and we don’t want to be worked to death with overtime!’

Evan Fairchild put his phone down and said to the project manager, who was frozen in place, "Continue."

Suddenly, his phone went off again. Jasper Rockwell’s smug voice, the kind that made you want to slap him, came through the Bluetooth earpiece: "President Fairchild, are you lonely all by yourself in Rockwellburg? Is it quiet? Look how lively it is over here."

Evan Fairchild’s brow tightened even further.

"President Fairchild, President Fairchild, let me tell you something. Signing Zane Langdon was a brilliant move! Do you know how popular he is? So many people on set are his fans—and Melody Monroe is one of them! You have no idea. She’s calling him ’Mr. Langdon’ this and ’Mr. Langdon’ that all day long. If they keep filming together like this, don’t you think some sparks might fly?"

Evan Fairchild took off the earpiece and tossed it casually. It landed perfectly in the trash can in the corner.

"Today’s proposal—we’ll revisit it next week."

Everyone in the conference room: ...

"Meeting adjourned." Evan Fairchild stood up and walked out.

No one in the conference room dared to move.

’Did we hear that right?’

’Does President Fairchild have something important he has to rush off to handle?’

’Something more important than this proposal worth over three billion?’

Tommy immediately followed him.

"Book a flight."

"President Fairchild, a flight to where?"

"Jansburg!"

’Jansburg?’ Tommy froze for a second. ’Isn’t Miss Monroe’s film set at the Jansburg Film Base?’

’Why does the boss look so grim? It’s like he’s rushing off to catch a cheater!’