HBWnovel Chapter 224
Chapter 224
At that moment Ethan's glare was cold and piercing, like a predator sizing up its prey.
Seeing Ethan intense gaze, The bodyguard's smirk faltered for a fraction of a second, but before he could react, Ethan's hand shot up with precision, grabbing the man's wrist.
At that moment a sickening pop echoed through the corridor as Ethan dislocated the guard's hand in one swift motion.
The man cried out in pain, staggering back, but Ethan wasn't finished.
With a calculated movement, he grabbed the guard by the shoulder and flipped him to the ground with a heavy thud.
Seeing what was going on the other bodyguards froze for a split second, their confidence shaken, but their training—or perhaps their arrogance—kicked in.
"Get him this bastard!" one of them barked, and the group lunged at Ethan.
However Ethan didn't hesitate. His movements were fluid, sharp, and efficient.
Immediately he sidestepped one guard's wild swing, countering with a knee to the stomach that sent the man crashing to the floor.
At that moment another tried to grab him from behind, but Ethan twisted free, delivering a precise elbow to the side of the man's head. Within seconds, all of them lay groaning on the floor, clutching their injured bodies.
At that moment Ethan adjusted his jacket, his face calm as if nothing had happened. His sharp eyes scanned the room, daring anyone else to step forward.
The sudden commotion drew the attention of the manager, who arrived just in time to witness the aftermath.@@@@
seeing what was in front of him.
Immediately his jaw dropped, his gaze darting between the defeated guards and Ethan's composed demeanor.
Regaining his composure, the manager's voice roared through the corridor.
"How dare you!" he barked, his voice trembling with both shock and fury. "Do you have any idea who you just touched? That's the chief examiner of this company!"
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The manager hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"Yes, two are currently in progress," he said, adjusting his tie. He wasn't sure where Ethan was going with this, but from the look of things he could tell it was not friendly.
Ethan stood and straightened his jacket. "I'd like to see them."
The manager's surprise was evident. "You want to visit the sets?" he asked, trying to gauge Ethan's intention. But Ethan's calm, unwavering expression left little room for further questioning. "Of course," the manager said quickly. "Right this way."
Ethan stood up and followed the manager, They walked through the sleek halls of the entertainment company, passing by staff who couldn't help but glance at Ethan, some whispering in hushed tones. Ethan didn't acknowledge them, his focus entirely on the manager as he led the way.
When they arrived at the first set, Ethan paused just outside the doors, observing the scene inside through a large glass window. The filming was mid-scene, a tense moment where the female lead (FL) and the second female lead (SFL) were locked in a dramatic confrontation.
The Female lead stood with a glass of water in her hand, glaring at the SFL. But as Ethan watched, it became clear something was off. Instead of throwing the water as the scene required, the Female lead hesitated repeatedly, breaking character and turning toward the director with an exaggerated sigh.
"What's the problem now?" the director called out, frustration evident in his tone.
"It's not working," the Female lead said, flipping her hair and pointing at the Second female lead.
"She's not reacting properly. How am I supposed to deliver my lines when she's just standing there?"
The Second female lead remained quiet, her posture tense.
"Let's try again," the director said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
The Female lead returned to her mark, but when the scene started again, instead of throwing the water, she poured it deliberately over the SFL's head, drenching her completely. She followed it up with a hot slap that echoed across the set, completely ignoring the actual scene direction.
Upon seeing what just happened. Ethan's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched. The water-throwing scene was clearly written into the script, yet the FL was intentionally veering off-course. His gaze shifted briefly to the manager, whose nervous fidgeting spoke volumes.
At that moment The manager leaned in slightly, whispering, "This... happens sometimes. The FL has her own way of interpreting things."