America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 312 The human heart is sinister
Kate came in from outside the set at this time and patted Felicity's arm: "Your mother is here, go see her."

Felicity smiled at Martin and quickly walked out of the set.

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

Martin looked very innocent, spread his hands and said, "Kate, I didn't do anything."

"Yes, I didn't do anything." Kate thought of the rehearsal some time ago: "But I didn't refuse anything."

Martin sounded even more innocent: "I am 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 place ahead and walked towards that place first.

Martin took off his coat, threw it to Bruce, and followed.

Kate said, "The filming of this play is almost finished. When the crew wraps up the shooting, Sam wants to invite you to visit his home in London."

Martin couldn't help but look back. Sam Mendes was directing the crew to set up the venue. There was a car driving scene to be shot later.

Kate asked, "Are you going?"

"I won't go there," Martin explained. "I have a sister who went to Los Angeles from Atlanta to attend the California Institute of the Arts, and I was in a hurry to get back."

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

Bruce came quickly from behind.

Kate said, "Old Bu seems to be busy, I won't disturb you."

Martin took the phone Bruce handed over and looked at him inquiringly.

Bruce whispered, "Louise called."

Martin walked to a deserted place and said to the phone, "Why are you calling suddenly? Is there something wrong?"

Louise's laughter came from the receiver: "I spoke to Kelly today and got a message from her. The sculptor Lily Carter is coming to Los Angeles to study at the California Institute of the Arts?"

Now that the words were out, there was no need for Martin to deny it: "Yeah, he'll be coming over from Atlanta soon."

Louise said, "Kate said that The Reader will take some time to finish filming. You won't be able to come back in a short time, right? How about this, I will receive Lily for you and send her to the California Institute of the Arts."

“Thomas will take care of it,” Martin said.

"I can help her prepare two letters of recommendation, one from the college and one from a university club." Louise knew that Martin attached great importance to those people in Atlanta, and said, "Joining the club will be of great help to her future development."

Martin reminded: "You can go, but don't cause any trouble."

Louise laughed: "I'm a woman, what can I do?"

She said something funny in a serious tone: "You gave Kelly and me so many works of art carved by Lily Carter herself. If she really becomes a master, the carvings in my hands will appreciate in value! For the appreciation of my property, I must help her well."

All Martin could say was: "I'll give you some more later."

Louise responded and quickly hung up the phone.

Martin then returned to the set and got back to work, as he still had several night scenes to shoot today.

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When it was completely dark, Pinewood Studios was brightly lit.

The night scene shooting of the Harry Potter crew was entering its final stages, and three actresses came out of the set and walked towards the nearby toilet.

Unlike other temporary sets, because this crew will be shooting for a long time for many years to come, many things are built to high standards, even the toilets are specially converted instead of temporary trailers.

"Why didn't I see that little Irish bitch in 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 should do. If you see that Irish bitch again, think of a way to make trouble for her and don't let her have an easy time."

Cheryl was suspicious: "Will this cause a dispute between the two crews? Will the Atonement crew come to us..."

Emma Watson stared at her.

Carly grabbed Cheryl's shoulders and said, "If Emma hadn't spoken for you, would you have gotten the role?"

Emma Watson was laughing: "Come on, we are all friends."

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

Carly patted Cheryl's face, "Find out your place."

Cheryl nodded silently.

Emma headed for the ladies' room first.

When the Harry Potter series first started filming, Emma Watson was an innocent, cute and kind girl. As Hermione became famous and influenced by fame and fortune, everything changed.

In front of the media and the public, she acts like a little lady.

But in private, he has already been spoiled.

Faced with fame and fortune that are magnified countless times by the entertainment industry, most minors have no ability to resist erosion.

For example, Saoirse Ronan developed her voyeuristic tendencies only after becoming an actor.

When she arrived at the bathroom, Emma Watson entered the front partition.

Cheryl subconsciously chose the partition farthest from Emma Watson. After sitting down, she wiped her eyes and tears of grievance seeped out.

At home, who is not a parent’s treasure?

Cheryl felt very upset, aggrieved and angry when she came to the crew and had to endure such humiliation.

Meanwhile, outside the toilet.

With her petite body, Saoirse Ronan easily passed through the dense green belt and approached the toilet door.

The crew and stars are particularly disgusted by the existence of surveillance cameras. Except for a few key locations such as the main entrance, there are very few surveillance cameras in the entire Songlin Studios.

Saoirse made adequate preparations for tonight.

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

As a little peeping Tom, Saoirse was already familiar with the environment and was quite skillful.

After observing for a while, she quickly ran into the toilet, took out a lighter with her right hand, and took out the special firecrackers she had asked for from her pocket with her left hand.

These super small firecrackers were too weak, and Saoirse was very dissatisfied. She made some modifications, removed some of the fuses, and connected more than a dozen fuses together.

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

Especially when used in the toilet.

With the help of the light, Saoirse bent down very skillfully and peeked from under the partition.

When she followed them before, she noticed the shoes the three people were wearing.

Saoirse saw a pair of Chanel shoes in the first partition. It must be Karl Lagerfeld’s favorite little darling.

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

bang bang bang-

As the super-small firecrackers exploded, Emma Watson let out a piercing scream: "Ah! Ah - help! Help!"

Saoirse was satisfied, so she turned around and ran outside, ran into the green belt and returned to the direction of the "Reader" crew.

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

Saoirse cursed excitedly: "British bitch! Slut pretending to be a lady!"

In the bathroom, Emma Watson opened the partition door and ran out in panic, screaming shrilly.

After the firecrackers exploded for the first time, they flew everywhere in the partition. Some of them inevitably fell into the toilet, and some exploded in the toilet, causing some indescribable things to explode, and then fell on Emma Watson.

Emma Watson's pants were wet in a large area and there was an indescribable unpleasant smell on her clothes.

She held her head with both hands, squatted in the corner and shivered, shouting: "Carly, Cheryl, come and save me! Save me!"

Several firecrackers fell into the cubicle next door where Carly was, and she was so frightened that she couldn't speak, let alone move.

Cheryl was the farthest away and was not affected. She opened the partition door and ran out, and saw Emma Watson in an extremely embarrassed state at a glance.

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

It's clearly a used toilet paper!

When Emma Watson saw Cheryl, she yelled as usual: "Go and call someone, call someone to help me!"

Even though she was crying, she still looked down on him: "What are you standing there for? Go now!"

Cheryl nodded heavily, as if she had made up her mind: "I'll go right away!"

She ran past Emma Watson, rushed out of the toilet, and ran towards the crowded place, shouting at the top of her voice: "Come and save people! Someone attacked Emma Watson with firecrackers in the toilet! Emma Watson was so scared that she wet her pants. Does anyone have extra pants..."

She screamed heartbreakingly, as if she wanted to shout out all the grievances of being a follower: "Emma Watson was so scared that she peed her pants!"

Pinewood Studios was still busy in the dark night, but it was much quieter than during the day. The heart-wrenching shouts could be heard far away, reaching several nearby film crews.

Emma Watson, peeing in pants, these words are really attractive.

Many people came out to watch the fun.

In the bathroom, when the firecrackers stopped exploding and Emma Watson's fear gradually disappeared, she heard Cheryl's roar and was so angry that her lungs almost exploded.

As enjoyable as it was to give orders to my followers, it is as annoying now.

"Bitch!" Emma Watson wanted to pull out every hair of that bitch and chased after her immediately.

From the crew of "The Reader", Bruce and Martin got off the trailer, drove an electric car next to them, and rushed over there.

There is always something to stir up when there is nothing to do, and of course when something happens, you go to watch the fun.

"Who peed their pants?" Martin asked.

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

The electric car was fast enough, and although the distance was not the shortest, Martin and Bruce were the first to arrive.

Under the bright street lights, Emma Watson was seen chasing a girl.

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

Martin immediately pulled out his cell phone.

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

These two scumbags realized the huge news value of this at the same time.

As good people who always care about the jobs of their journalist friends, how could Martin and Bruce miss such a scene? They took pictures without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)