The Woman From Hell

This weekend, Munchkin did not come home since he was on a school trip with Cool Breeze Elementary School. Without him, the house was a little quieter.

Timothy and Wendy were still young, but they were very well-behaved. They did not cry or make trouble. Caroline and the others had it easy taking care of them. They all said they were the best children to take care of. Theo had gone to the company to work overtime and said he would be back later. I thought I would go buy some food.

I went to the supermarket to buy some things. When I was done and on the way out, I saw a group of people with cameras and clothes. They looked like a crew and seemed to be discussing something with the guard at the door. I leaned in closer and listened.

The person talking to the guard was probably the leader. He frowned, "We've already paid the rent. Why won't you let us in?"

"This is between you and the owner, not us. We only look at your passes. If you don't have a pass, you can't enter. Don't trouble me. I'm only following the rules. If I let you in and you guys end up having a complaint filed against you, they'll dock my pay." "I can't get through the landlord's phone right now. I'll contact them again." The director turned around. "Keep trying quickly. Why are you all in a daze? Our progress will be delayed."

Why was this angry voice so familiar?

I walked up some more and then I saw his face clearly. Director Andy Warhall?

He was the director I met when I was still in Nectarine. I did not expect to meet him again.

"Mr. Warhall."

Andy looked at me when he heard me. "Wanda, it's you. Do you... live here?"

"Yeah, what's going on?"

"I'm filming a TV show, and I needed a villa. Someone introduced me to rent a villa here, but they didn't give us a pass. Now we can't even get in."

"So that's how it is." I nodded. "The guards follow all the rules and regulations. How long are you going to be filming here?"

"About a week."

That was alright. It was not too long.

I thought about it and then looked at him. "Mr. Warhall, if you don't necessarily need to shoot there, why don't you take a look at my place?" "Alright."

Just like that, I led the group to the villa. Andy praised repeatedly after the visit. "This place is much better than the one I rented, Wanda. Are you sure we can shoot here without having to talk to President Grant?" "Don't worry, I'll just let him know. It's only a week. It'll be fine."

"That's good. Let us know how much we need to pay in rent."

"We're on good terms. Money will just hurt our relationship. Just proceed with your shoot, Director."

Andy smiled brightly. "Thank you, then." He looked back. "You can notify the actors to make their way here. Let's set the scene first."

Theo probably would not fault me for making my own decisions.

Though I ought to give him a call first.

Thinking of this, I tapped on his profile picture and dialled, but he did not answer. He might be busy, so I typed out a message and sent it to him.

I did not take the liberty. He was the one who did not answer the phone.

"I'll help."

Although I had not done any of this in a long time, I got used to it very quickly.

Since we had everything in the villa, there was almost nothing for us to rearrange, and everything looked about the same after the lighting was in place.

Not long after, the actors arrived one after another. The moment I saw Delia, I was delighted. She was also surprised.

"Wanda, why are you here?"

"This is my home. Of course, I'm here."

"So, we'll be filming at your house this week."

"Yes."

I could see her often now. I could not help but smile...

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Our shared smiles did not go unnoticed. Andy came over and looked at Delia and me with a smile. "So, you know each other too."

"We haven't known each other for a long time, but it feels like we're close," Delia answered before me.

Is this the true feeling in her heart?

I turned to look at her and could not help smiling.

"I'll adjust the equipment. Delia, you get ready to go too."

"Alright, Mr. Warhall."

After seeing off the director, Delia looked at me with a quirk on her brow.

This smile was exactly like Cecilia's.

The threads around my memory pulled away again. The past seemed to ripple in front of my eyes, becoming even more vivid when I looked at Delia. I was speechless for a while. "Wanda, what are you thinking about?" Realizing that my mind had wandered, Delia tapped me a little.

I came back to my senses and was stunned for a moment. I then shook my head. "It's nothing. I didn't expect you to be part of a TV show so soon."

"It's just a short one. The role was

supposed to be for Harriet, but Miss Lola said that her focus is on the runway for the time being, so she asked me to audition for it. I didn't expect it either." There was a look of surprise in Delia's eyes when she said the last bit. She obviously did not expect that she would pass.

I pursed my lips and smiled, my eyes narrowing at her. "Luck will always favor you."

Just as I said that, someone else came in. It was the man I met in the elevator last time! "Is he the male lead?"

"Yeah, his name is Xavier. He can sing and act. He was even on a fashion show. I heard many magazines started looking for him for a partnership after seeing that show. It's the first time I'm able to work with such an esteemed individual. I must perform well." Delia's eyes were full of

determination.

"I believe you can do it."

Lola probably wanted Xavier to take Delia under his wing for a bit.

Delia was called away to put on her makeup. As the host, I was naturally also present.

I had not been in touch with filming for a long time, but looking at the scene now, I still felt a sense of nostalgia for it.

What I cared most about, however, was Delia.

"You seem to care a great deal for Delia, President Lane." Delia's assistant, Sissi, came over.

It sure felt a little strange when she said it out loud.

I smiled. "She's very similar to a friend of mine. Seeing Delia is like seeing her."

"Ah, where is she now?"

I lowered my eyes and responded lightly, "She passed away, complications during childbirth."

"I'm really sorry, President Lane. I didn't know..."

"It's okay. It's been a long time, but Delia's appearance made me think of her all the time recently." My eyes fell on Delia who was in the middle of her shoot.

She acted very well and was very serious with almost no failed shots. The director gave her a lot of praise too.

"No wonder you're so kind to Delia. I thought..."

"You thought?" I turned to look at Sissi.

Her expression changed slightly. She then shook her head. "It's nothing, I know now. I won't bother you anymore, President Lane."

I did not quite understand what Sissi said, but I did not ask anymore.

Time slipped into the evening.

When Theo came back, he looked puzzled when he saw the people and equipment in the house.

Seeing him, I hurried forward to greet him. "You're home."

"This is......"

"You probably remember Mr. Warhall, yes?" I pointed to Andy who was behind the camera.

He frowned. "Did Nectarine work with him before?"

"Yes, it's him. He's filming a TV show and needed a villa. Coincidentally, the landlord of the villa he rented

was unreliable, and he almost couldn't get in. I ran into him at the door Pagreed to let him shoot at our house thinking about the old days back at Nectarine. You're not angry, are you?"

I looked at him carefully, and sure enough, his expression changed...