America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 312 The Depravity of Human Hearts

Kate then came in from outside the set and patted Felicity's arm: "Your mother's here, go see her."

Felicity smiled at Martin and quickly left the set.

Kate said, "She's a distant relative's daughter, so don't mess around on set."

Martin looked completely innocent, spreading his hands and saying, "Kate, I didn't do anything."

"Yes, nothing was done." Kate thought of the recent rehearsals: "But she didn't refuse anything."

Martin felt even more innocent: "I'm a good person, so I don't know how to refuse other people's kindness, and I don't know how to refuse to help others, especially friends."

Kate pointed to a deserted area ahead and walked towards it first.

Martin took off his coat and threw it to Bruce before following him.

Kate said, "The filming is almost finished. After the crew wraps up filming, Sam would like to invite you to his home in London."

Martin couldn't help but look back. Sam Mendes was directing the crew to set up the location; there was a car driving scene to be filmed later.

Kate asked, "Are you going or not?"

"I won't be going," Martin explained. "I have a younger sister who went from Atlanta to Los Angeles to study at the California Institute of the Arts, and I'm in a hurry to get back."

Kate nodded: "Okay, I won't force you."

Bruce then strode up from behind.

Kate said, "Old Brooks seems to be busy, I won't bother you any longer."

Martin took the phone Bruce handed him and looked at him questioningly.

Bruce said in a low voice, "It's Louise calling."

Martin walked towards a secluded spot and said into the phone, "Why are you calling all of a sudden? Is something wrong?"

Louise's laughter came through the receiver: "I spoke to Kelly on the phone today, and she told me that the master sculptor Lily Carter is coming to Los Angeles to study at the California Institute of the Arts?"

Having already said it, Martin had no reason to deny it: "Yes, they'll be coming from Atlanta soon."

Louise said, "Kate said The Reader won't be finished filming for a while, so you won't be back anytime soon, right? How about this, I'll take care of Lily for you and take her to the California Institute of the Arts."

Martin said, "Thomas will handle it."

"I can prepare two letters of recommendation for her, one from the college and one from a university club," Louise said, knowing that Martin valued those people in Atlanta. "Joining a club will greatly benefit her future development."

Martin cautioned, "You can go, but don't cause trouble."

Louise chuckled. "I'm a woman, so what?"

She said this in a serious but amusing way: "You gave Kelly and me so many artworks that Lily Carter carved herself. If she really becomes a master, the value of my carvings will increase! To increase the value of my assets, I have to help her a lot."

Martin could only say, "I'll send you some more later."

Louise responded and quickly hung up the phone.

Martin then returned to the set and got back to work; he still had several night scenes to film that day.

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When it was completely dark, the Pine Forest Film Studio was brightly lit.

The filming of the Harry Potter set's night scene was nearing its end, and three actresses emerged from the set and headed towards the nearby restroom.

Unlike other temporary film sets, this production will be filming for many years, so many things were built to high standards. Even the toilets were specially renovated, rather than being temporary trailers.

"Why didn't I see that little Irish bitch at the restaurant today?" Emma Watson asked her companion.

Cheryl replied, "I didn't notice."

Emma Watson seemed to be giving an order: "Carly, Cheryl, do what you're supposed to do. If you see that Irish bitch again, find a way to make trouble for her and not let her get away with it."

Cheryl had a concern: "Won't this cause a conflict between the two production teams, and the Atonement production team might come knocking on our door..."

Emma Watson stared at her.

Carly grabbed Cheryl's shoulder: "If Emma hadn't spoken up for you, would you have gotten the role?"

Emma Watson laughed and said, "Don't be like that, we're all friends."

Cheryl understood that in front of the high and mighty Hermione, she was just a pitiful follower.

Carly patted Cheryl's cheek: "Get your bearings."

Cheryl nodded silently.

Emma went to the women's restroom first.

When the Harry Potter series first started filming, Emma Watson was an innocent, lovely, and kind young girl. As Hermione became a huge star, everything changed under the influence of fame and fortune.

In front of the media and the public, she appears like a young lady.

In private, however, she was already spoiled.

Faced with the amplified fame and fortune of the entertainment industry, most minors simply lack the ability to resist its corrupting influence.

For example, Saoirse Ronan, who developed her voyeuristic tendencies after becoming an actress.

Upon arriving at the restroom, Emma Watson went into the first stall.

Cheryl instinctively chose the cubicle furthest from Emma Watson, sat down, wiped her eyes, and tears of grievance welled up.

At home, who isn't their parents' darling?

Arriving on set, only to be subjected to this kind of treatment.

Cheryl felt very upset, wronged, and angry.

Meanwhile, outside the toilet.

Saoirse Ronan, with her petite frame, easily traversed the dense greenery and approached the toilet entrance.

Film crews and stars have a particular aversion to surveillance cameras, so apart from a few key locations like the main gate, there are very few surveillance cameras in the entire Pinewood Studios.

Saoirse made ample preparations for tonight.

She wore a black pointed hood with an exaggerated white skull face hanging underneath, and her black shirt pockets were full.

As a voyeur, Saoirse was already familiar with the environment and quite nimble.

After a brief observation, she quickly ran into the restroom, pulling out a lighter with her right hand and taking out the specially made firecrackers she had requested from her pocket with her left.

These tiny firecrackers were too weak, and Saoirse was very dissatisfied. She made some modifications, removing some of the fuses and connecting more than a dozen fuses together.

She even tried it in the afternoon, and it was a lot of fun.

Especially when using it in the toilet.

Using the light, Saoirse skillfully bent down and peeked through the partition.

When she followed them earlier, she had noticed the shoes the three of them were wearing.

Saoirse spotted a pair of Chanel shoes in the first compartment; they must be Karl Lagerfeld's most beloved little darling.

She immediately lit the fuse, silently counted a few seconds in her hand, and threw it into the partition from above.

bang bang bang-

As the tiny firecracker exploded, Emma Watson let out a piercing scream: "Ah! Ah—Help! Help!"

Saoirse was satisfied. She turned around and ran out, running into the green belt and back the way she came, heading towards the "The Reader" crew.

Behind her, Emma Watson's piercing screams grew louder and louder.

Saoirse excitedly cursed, "British bitch! Pretentious slut!"

Inside the bathroom, Emma Watson opened the stall door and ran out in a panic, letting out a piercing scream.

After the firecrackers went off for the first time, they flew around the cubicle, some inevitably landing in the toilet, and a few even exploded in the toilet, scattering some indescribable things that then landed on Emma Watson.

Emma Watson's pants were soaked, and her clothes had an indescribable unpleasant smell.

She crouched in the corner, trembling, her hands covering her head, and cried out, "Carly, Cheryl, come save me! Save me!"

Several firecrackers landed in the next cubicle where Carly was, scaring her so much that she couldn't speak, let alone move.

Cheryl, who was furthest away and unaffected, opened the partition door and ran out, immediately seeing Emma Watson looking extremely disheveled.

His pants were soaking wet, his clothes smelled terrible, and there was a stained piece of white paper on his carefully styled hair.

It's clearly a used toilet paper!

Upon seeing Cheryl, Emma Watson habitually yelled, "Go get help! Go get help for me!"

Even with a sob in her voice, there was still a condescending tone: "What are you standing there for? Go now!"

Cheryl nodded emphatically, as if she had made up her mind: "I'm going right now!"

She ran past Emma Watson, burst out of the restroom, and headed towards the crowd, shouting at the top of her lungs, "Help! Someone attacked Emma Watson with firecrackers in the restroom! Emma Watson wet herself in fear, does anyone have a spare pair of pants...?"

She screamed at the top of her lungs, as if trying to unleash all the grievances of being the sidekick: "Emma Watson was so scared she peed her pants!"

The Songlin Film Studio was still busy in the dark, but much quieter than during the day. The heart-wrenching screams carried far, reaching several nearby film crews.

Emma Watson, wetting her pants—these words are just too captivating.

Many people came out to see what was going on.

In the bathroom, after the firecrackers had finished exploding, Emma Watson's fear gradually subsided when she heard Cheryl's roar, making her so angry she felt like her lungs were about to explode.

The more satisfying it was to command his henchmen, the more infuriating it is now.

"Bitch!" Emma Watson wanted to tear every single hair off that bitch's head, so she immediately chased after her.

The cast and crew of "The Reader" – Bruce and Martin – got off the trailer, got into a nearby electric car, and sped off in that direction.

They always stir up trouble, and when something happens, they naturally want to watch the excitement.

"Who wet their pants?" Martin asked.

Bruce turned the car around and drove towards the direction the sound came from, saying, "It sounds like Emma Watson!"

The electric scooter was fast enough that, although it wasn't the closest, Martin and Bruce were among the first to get there.

Under the bright streetlights, Emma Watson was seen chasing after a girl.

She looked quite disheveled, with a large wet patch between her trouser legs, her clothes covered in stains, and a piece of soft toilet paper perched on her hair.

Martin immediately took out his phone.

Bruce drove with one hand and took out his phone with the other.

These two scoundrels simultaneously realized the enormous news value of it.

As kind-hearted people who always consider the livelihoods of their journalist friends, Martin and Bruce could not possibly let such a scene pass by, and they took pictures without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)