"You're nothing but a bit-part player, thinking that with some degree of beauty, you can become a star? Truly oblivious of your standing." Lyra uttered, smirking at the disheveled Ava before her. She shoved Ava right after she finished speaking.

Splash! Ava fell into the pool once more. The cold water soaked her body instantly.

In the ten-degree-below-zero weather, being repeatedly pushed into the icy water had made the ordinarily privileged Ava shiver intensely. A gust of cold wind sent shivers down her spine, causing her temples to throb with frosty ache, yet she managed to play out an unbowed look.

"Cut! Ms. Lyra, why did you refrain from saying your lines again?" The director asked courteously from not far away.

Lyra tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, pursed her lips, and smiled, "I apologize, director. I was in a bad state just now, let's take it from the top."

"Lyra! Lyra! Lyra!" A ring of Lyra's fans outside the set were screaming her name with excitement.

Since Lyra was popular, the director dared not criticize her lack of cooperation, "Alright, let's do it again!" This was the fifth time. The director appeared smiling, while inwardly frustrated.

Ava, who was helped up, was shivering continuously. When Lyra was touching up her makeup, she wrapped herself up in a heavy coat by the pool.

Despite being in such a woeful state, her every move still held the same elegance as before, causing others to glance and give her appreciative looks.

As Lyra stood up with her make-up freshly done, the set started bustling again. At that moment, a group of bodyguards forging through the crowd caught everyone's attention.

The man surrounded by the bodyguards, who instantly drew screams from the crowd.

"Can't believe it's him! Logan! The nation's husband is so commanding!"

"Such a great figure! So stylish in a suit! His muscles…I'd cry for half a month if he punched me!"

"His every gesture oozes class, the difference between a noble and a nouveau riche is evident."

Ava was stunned, it was indeed Logan! Her heart started to pound rapidly. She wondered why her estranged husband had suddenly returned to the country.

Everyone on set stopped what they were doing and turned towards Logan to show their respects, for not only the film city belonged to the Logan's Group, even their web drama was invested by a company under Logan's banner.

"Mr Logan, what brings you here?!" the nearly fifty-year-old director respectfully greeted the twenty-eight-year-old Logan, who walked over and sat directly in the director's chair.

His gaze casually swept over the icicles formed in Ava's hair, leaning on the monitor in front of him.

Lyra, unable to suppress her excitement, went up to him, "President Logan, you are very busy and still personally oversee the shoot. This is really..."

"Having invested money in the project, what exactly are you shooting here?" Logan directly ignored Lyra and coldly questioned the director, pointing at the monitor.

Everyone who heard this broke into a cold sweat. Sweat dripping from the director's forehead, he was about to ask carefully when he heard Logan say: "The actors need to be changed."

The director heaved a sigh of relief, agreeing repeatedly, "Change! Change! Whoever President Logan's says to change, we will!"

A ball of apprehension lodged itself in Ava Churchill's throat. Could it be that Logan knew she was here and was now going to replace her?! She had read the script over and over again, more than ten times, just to act well in this drama!

However, Logan, without the hint of a smile on his face, pointed towards Ava Churchill, then pointed towards Lyra Miller.

"You two, switch."

Ava Churchill was stunned, her gaze accidentally collided with the dominant stare of Logan.

"Can't act?" Logan looked deeply at Ava Churchill, the corner of his lips curling up in what seemed like mockery.

Ava saw his cold laughter and immediately felt like she was being looked down upon. Did he think she had no pride?!

"How is that possible?" Ava raised her chin at him and followed the makeup artist into the makeup room.

Ava , now wearing the leading lady's outfit, donned a black fur wrap around her white neck. Her red lips were like blood; her innate nobility was immediately apparent.

"Action!" the director shouted.

Ava entered the role in a second. She marched up to Lyra, grabbed her collar, and furiously rebuked her with an authoritative face, "Why are you such a cheap woman?!"