Olivia frowned. “What are you doing?” “Although Eugene isn’t an easy pawn to remove, you’re on my turf. I just need more people, and the odds would favor me. Once I get rid of Eugene…” Christoff rose to his feet and raised her chin with his finger. “I’ll bed his woman and beat up his son. Just thinking about it makes me happy!”
Furious, Olivia stomped on his foot. ‘Oh, wake up! Lay a finger on him, and you’ll die before him. I’ll promise you that!”
While hugging his aching foot, Christoff cursed, “You little b*tch.” He sprang to his feet and raised his chin, swinging his hand to slap Olivia. She closed her eyes reflexively but did not feel the impact, so she slightly opened her eyes. Then, she saw him already seated before taunting her, “I thought you were bolder than that.”
She replied, “I’m not as bold as you, but I won’t do anything if you didn’t provoke me first. If it gets to the point where I have to retaliate, I will bring you to hell with me if I have to.” After a snort, he challenged, “Oh, you think so?”
She said, “Desperate people resorts to desperate moves.” While glaring at her, Christoff rebuked, “Shouldn’t you have more conscience? At the very least, I’m the one who helped you find Eugene, aren’t I? If I hadn’t helped you that day, your boyfriend would’ve already become the King of the City’s son-in-law. But I haven’t heard a single word of thanks from you, and you’ve been constantly hurting me since we met. What have I ever done to you that made you so desperate to pull me into hell with you?”
Olivia was dumbfounded for a moment. When she thought about it, he was decent to her besides speaking indecently. Also, he’s right. If it hadn’t been for him, the matters in Nambahd wouldn’t have gone so smoothly. However, he had himself to blame because every time he spoke, his words would anger her.
“Thank you.” Christoff snorted. “Just a verbal thanks? I thought you promised to treat me to a meal?” Olivia replied, “I don’t have time for that because my son is here, and I need to keep him company.”
“That’s Eugene’s son, but what about Carter? How did he become your son too?” She glared at him. “Quit poking your nose in everything, will you?”
“Olivia!” Christoff screamed in anger. “Can you speak more politely?” Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself that he was only verbally rude and had treated her quite well. It took her a while before unwillingly explaining, “He’s my godson.” He nodded. “He’s not a bad kid and knows how to stand up for you at critical times.”
Knock! Knock! Then came Jewel’s voice. “Olivia, are you all right?” Olivia quickly answered, “Jewel, I’m fine. I’ll be out soon.”
It was then that Jewel felt assured. She had been outside the door all along. While others did not know Avery’s character, she knew the guy was dangerous. A while later, the entry to the powder room opened, followed by Olivia and Christoff’s appearance.
When they returned to the set, she apologized to the crew. “Director Norris, I’m sorry. My instincts kicked in and injured Avery. I’ve already explained it to him, and we’ve put it behind us. Why don’t you check to see if the footage is okay? If it isn’t, we can reshoot it.”
Director Norris looked at the two and replied, “It’s fine. We can use the first part of it. Both of you have captured the character’s personality well. Avery added the part where the character couldn’t control himself, and you responded just like Margot would. That scene was very natural, so if you’re both fine with it, we can continue shooting.”
