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Susan chuckled and said, “Anyway, I still have to thank you. If you need any help in the future, feel free to ask.”

Mr. Witt was about to decline, but remembering a predicament he was facing, his expression changed and he couldn’t help but say, “Mrs. Landor, I’m sorry, but I actually do have a favor to ask. Could I perhaps have a way to contact you?”

Susan was momentarily taken aback.

Mr. Witt was indeed a character.

Usually, people would offer a polite refusal to such a proposition, even if just as a formality.

But this director agreed immediately.

Some might find Mr. Witt’s approach a bit too forward, but Susan found herself appreciating his straightforward nature. Smiling, she handed over her contact information.

With her contact details in hand, Mr. Witt walked away, quite pleased.

“I’m off to get ready,” Theresa said to Susan with a smile.

“Good luck!” Susan cheered her on, playfully waving her fist.

Susan had spent the entire day at the filming site.

Initially, she assumed it would be a rather dull experience, but to her surprise, she found herself quite engrossed, particularly captivated by Rose’s performance.

It was so dazzling that even as a woman, she couldn’t get enough of watching her.

By the time they wrapped up the advertisement shooting, it was already evening.

Mr. Witt was extremely satisfied with the footage they’d captured. Turning to Theresa, he mentioned, “I’ll send this off for post–production. In all likelihood, everything should be fine. But just in case we need to reshoot any scenes, we’ll need your cooperation.”

“Of course,” Theresa agreed with a smile, which brought a grin to Mr. Witt’s face.

With business matters concluded, Mr. Witt cast a glance at Susan and Theresa standing

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together. An idea struck him, and he couldn’t resist asking, “Mrs. Landor, I was wondering if you’re free tonight. May I invite you to dinner?”

Susan blinked.

Mr. Witt was quite the eager beaver.

He had just mentioned needing her help, and now he couldn’t hold back his impatience.

Since she had no other plans, she accepted the invitation with a smile.

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Feeling elated, Mr. Witt then turned to Theresa to ask, “Miss Rose, are you also available? Would you like to join us for dinner?”

“Me?” Theresa paused, taken aback.

“I may need Miss Rose’s assistance with something as well,” Mr. Witt added, slightly sheepish.

Mr. Witt, a renowned figure in the industry, had a pleasant collaboration with them this time. Theresa didn’t see any reason to decline the dinner invitation.

Hence, the trio set off to dine together.

Mr. Witt promptly reserved a private dining room in the seven–star hotel where they were filming the advertisement.

While they waited for their dishes to arrive, he couldn’t contain his enthusiasm any longer.

“Mrs. Landor, to be honest, I have a film project in mind. I wonder if you would be interested in investing in it?” he asked, unable to hold back.

“A film project?” Susan was somewhat bewildered. “I’m completely unfamiliar with this realm.”

Mr. Witt hurriedly explained, “It’s quite simple, really. You provide the financial backing, I handle the film–making, and once the movie turns a profit, you’ll get a share of the earnings!”

Susan raised an eyebrow. But what if the movie tanked? Her investment would go down the drain.

Although Mr. Witt had just assisted her, she couldn’t just throw her money into a

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pressure you into investing. I merely wished to introduce this project to you. Whether or not you choose to invest is entirely up to you. I was just hoping for

Susan in a bit of a dilemma. “But Mr. Witt, as far as I know, every movie you’ve directed has been a box office hit. There should be plenty of people eager to invest, right?”

well at the box office. If this were another commercial project, I wouldn’t be

worried.”

this is a…?” Susan

at the box office, bringing in substantial profits for the investors. Buoyed by their trust

the investors suffered massive losses, to the point of losing their shirts. Now, nobody is willing to back

year.”

crux of the

film, investors would

the mere mention of an art film

and he wasn’t content with just making blockbuster popcorn flicks. He yearned to

start

now he faced a significant hurdle…

and the projected budget was even

wanted to dig into his own pockets, he

various quarters, he thought of

talking about in terms of

60 million dollars,”

Susan was dumbfounded.

he was struggling

box office gross of at least 200

the problem was that it

vie for awards rather than box office hits.

phrase “art film” often implies

200 million dollars at the box office, that would be a pipe

brought the script with me. Take it home and give it a read. If it piques

he handed over a

it graciously, promising, “Alright, I’ll give it a thorough

Witt then handed another copy

perplexed. “I don’t have that much money to invest.”

money she had earned was sunk into buying properties, leaving her with little cash at hand.

my hard work! Initially, I had reservations about the project’s success. But if you take on the

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if he wanted to dig into his

quarters, he thought of approaching

terms of investment for

million dollars,” Mr.

Susan was dumbfounded.

struggling

massive, requiring a box office gross

was that it was

vie for awards rather than box office

often implies critical

rake in 200 million dollars at the box

I’ve brought the script with me. Take it home and give it a read. If it piques your interest, give me a call. If not, I promise not to bother

he handed

it graciously, promising, “Alright, I’ll give it

then handed another

have that much money to

years, all the money she had earned was sunk into

embodies 10 years of my hard work! Initially, I had

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make history.”

and Susan exchanged a glance.

A historic film!

that statement was

have that level

to see their

this was just Mr. Witt’s blind faith in his

agreed to review

of them agree, a relaxed smile finally

After dinner…

headed straight to his hotel room

and Theresa walked

to glance at Theresa,