Transmigrated as The Best Female Character of the Year

”That’s right, today’s shoot went especially well. Everyone was so immersed in their roles! Let’s not let a small matter like this affect personal feelings,” the director’s assistant chimed in, trying to smooth things over.

”Exactly, that’s right,” everyone else echoed in agreement.

Raymond Ford started this, so even if Melody Monroe hit him on purpose, it was completely justified.

’You’d have to be an idiot not to hit back!’

’Raymond Ford’s character is something else! You really can’t judge a book by its cover!’

”Zane Langdon, Melody Monroe, Raymond Ford, you three go take a break. We have another scene to shoot in a bit,” the director said to them hurriedly.

After the three of them left, Director Wallace watched the footage they had just shot.

A line of dialogue echoed in his mind:

”Willow, do you still love Julian Hale?”

”I do! But that’s my own private matter now, and this love won’t affect any decision I make.”

These were Willow Lynch’s lines.

Julian Hale and Holly Summers getting together wasn’t exactly a betrayal.

His relationship with Willow Lynch was the purest, most innocent kind of first love. It was the dawn of romance for them both. In Julian Hale’s eyes, Willow Lynch was like a beautiful crystal vase he desperately tried to protect, but in the end, it still shattered.

When Holly Summers barged into his world, he had already matured. He had moved on from the pain Willow Lynch had brought him and was ready to embrace this new relationship.

Their parents’ tangled affairs caused Julian Hale and Willow Lynch’s tragedy, but even if that hadn’t happened, they might have simply been fated to miss their chance.

Because their personalities dictated that their love could be earth-shattering, but they were never meant to be together for life.

Julian Hale found someone who was right for him, someone he could spend a lifetime with.

In the end, Willow Lynch left for a faraway land.

A thought suddenly flashed through Director Wallace’s mind: ’Maybe Willow Lynch’s ending could be changed.’

Melody Monroe’s performance had brought his vision of Willow Lynch to life with breathtaking perfection.

Setting aside the character of Willow Lynch, he also really liked Melody Monroe’s personality.

He was going to film an ending for Melody Monroe—an ending that no one in the audience would ever forget!

...

Melody Monroe returned to her break area. Talia Mercer immediately came over, looked at Melody’s arm, and snapped a photo with her phone.

”What are you doing?”

”Getting evidence! I have to send this to Rose,” Talia Mercer said, already tapping the send button.

Melody Monroe didn’t stop her. From the moment she’d slapped him back, she had no intention of just letting this go. Rose needed to know the truth.

”Here, let’s disinfect this!” Talia Mercer said, pulling a spray bottle from her backpack. ”Look, it’s about to start bleeding!”

Jasper Rockwell walked over, crouching down to look at Melody’s arm. ”TSK, TSK, TSK!”

When Melody Monroe saw Jasper Rockwell also pull out his phone, she immediately asked, ”What are you doing?”

”Nothing, just messing around.”

Melody Monroe: ...

After snapping the photo, Jasper Rockwell immediately stood up, ducked to the side, and sent it to Evan Fairchild.

”President Fairchild! You see this?! Your woman’s arm! She just got bullied on set! Are you sure you’re not going to do something about it?”

Evan Fairchild had just arrived at the kindergarten.

Tommy parked the car and ran toward the kindergarten entrance.

”Master Hale!”

Ian Monroe’s little face was taut as he started walking toward the car. He was already unhappy the moment he saw it.

”Master Hale, shall I take your backpack for you?”

”No need.”

Tommy: ...

’Like father, like son. That attitude is a carbon copy!’

Ian Monroe pulled open the car door and saw Evan Fairchild sitting inside. Without a word, he climbed in and set his backpack down at his feet.

Evan Fairchild, however, had no time for him at the moment. He was staring at the message from Jasper Rockwell, his expression terrifyingly grim.