"Call me Hera. Remember to abide by the NDA's clauses," Hera reminded Leon.
Leon nodded in response.
Bernard, who lagged behind the pair, watched as they spoke in hushed tones without bothering to wait for him. An icy expression could be seen on his face.
He had just warned Christopher a few days ago. Now, another love rival came into the fray.
Why did Hera have so many admirers?
Bernard looked down at the stones on the path. He kicked one of the stones on purpose, causing it to smash into another stone loudly.
Hera turned around to look at Bernard once she heard the odd sound. He could be seen standing in front of a bigger stone while gazing back at her.
"Sweetie, my leg hurts."
Hera was rendered speechless as a result.
Bernard shouldn't have followed her and Leon to the set location if his injury was acting up.
The thing was, Hera had a feeling that Bernard did it on purpose. But she couldn't just ignore his plight like a cold-blooded monster. So, she could only approach him and steady him as he walked.
Now that his little plan worked, Bernard shot another icy glance in Leon's direction.
Of course, Leon was flabbergasted when he noticed the glance.
Bernard was sly. Leon had to give him that.
After traveling for another hundred feet, the group could see a group filming something on the beach from a distance away.
Behind the set location, there was a large parasol in place. Four assistants could be seen tending to a man who was reclining on a chaise lounge chair.
They served him water, dabbed sweat off his face, and even fanned him continuously. It was as though they were serving a king instead of a movie star.
Leon led Hera and Bernard to the assistants. One of them spotted him and quickly greeted him before making way for him.
The man reclining on the chaise lounge chair had biracial roots. When he heard Leon's name being called out, he opened his beautiful ocean-blue eyes immediately.
Hera could recognize the man. It was Damian Slate, a famous movie star. Advertisements and billboards featuring him were plastered everywhere in Norburgh.
"Babe, where did you go just now?" Damian reached out to take Leon's hand.
"I found you a doctor." Leon shook Damian's hand off before stepping to the side.
Damian looked at the pair standing behind Leon. The man emitted a cold and regal-like bearing, whereas the girl looked like a cold and aloof fairy.
Based on appearances alone, neither of them seemed like doctors.
Bernard was sizing Damian up as well. He was secretly relieved that Hera wasn't interested in celebrities and movie stars.
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