She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 475

Hazel looked thrilled. "Oh my gosh, you actually remember me! I thought I was going to have to do a whole re-introduction."

Loyce smiled faintly. "Why are you the one picking me up?"

"My mom is a producer," Hazel explained. "She's shooting a movie here right now. I'm taking you to see her."

Loyce gave a small nod. "Lead the way."

The two of them walked deeper into the massive studio lot.

The film base was basically a small city, and with the late afternoon crowds, traffic was heavy. Areas restricted from cars meant they had to walk.

Hazel was worried Loyce would get bored, so she kept up a steady stream of chatter, pointing out various famous sets and soundstages. By the time they reached the actual filming location, quite a bit of time had passed.

Hazel looked around. "It looks like they're going to be shooting this scene for a while. Standing around is going to kill our feet."

She spotted a plush, cushioned director's chair that Renee's team usually kept on standby. It had thick padding and a high back—infinitely more comfortable than the hard plastic chairs provided by the studio. She went to grab it so Loyce could sit.

But the moment she picked it up, a production assistant practically sprinted over and snatched it out of her hands.

"What do you think you're doing?" Hazel demanded, nearly getting knocked over. "I was just grabbing a chair!"

The PA threw Hazel a dismissive look, having no idea who she was, and waved her off like a pest. "This is a closed set, and these chairs are for the talent, not random tourists. Beat it."

"What do you mean, 'for the talent'? Renee bought this with her own money!" Hazel fired back, pulling out her lanyard. "I'm staff, too! Why can't I use it?"

The PA glanced at the badge and sneered, completely unimpressed. "Oh, wow, staff. Do I look like I care? Can't you see we're busy? Yolene just finished a brutal scene, and she needs a chair right now! If you delay her recovery time, are you going to foot the bill? Read the room, honey. You aren't important here."

The PA didn't even look at them twice. To him, they were nobodies.

The stars filming on this lot tonight were massive money-makers. A single tip from one of them could cover his rent for a month. He was going to kiss their feet, no questions asked.

Moreover, the primary financial backer for this film was Jasyn Media—the label Yolene belonged to. Yolene had just cut a scene and needed to rest before resetting for the next one.

The standard chairs were too hard for her liking, so her agent had sent this PA to fetch something softer.

He wasn't about to screw this up.

Who did these wannabe extras think they were, trying to steal a chair from the lead actress?

Terrified of being fired, the PA immediately pointed across the set at Loyce. "Those two extras over there! They refused to hand it over!"

Yolene pulled down her designer sunglasses and followed his finger. The moment she locked onto Loyce, she recognized her instantly.

This psychotic stalker had actually followed her onto a movie set?

Wait. Yolene's eyes narrowed. Years ago, Hank had bought her way into the industry by starting her off as an extra on this exact lot before showering her with leading roles.

Was this bitch trying to copy her exact playbook to break into Hollywood?

A massive wave of panic and insecurity washed over Yolene. The industry was cutthroat enough as it was, and Loyce's face possessed a flawless, luminous glow that cameras absolutely loved. She would instantly become Yolene's biggest threat.

Yolene slammed her water bottle down and marched straight toward them.

Hazel had just bought two hot lattes and handed one to Loyce. "Lucian specifically told me you like these."

Loyce had barely taken the cup when a shrill, mocking voice echoed behind her.

"Wow. Got bored of being a kept woman and decided to come slum it on a movie set? Or is your sugar daddy's wallet not enough anymore, so you're trying to play actress?"