Chapter 400

Guinevere was taken aback by his offer. “I remember that you never use body doubles in
your movies...”

“What else can we do? Are we just going to forget this scene if you can‘t do it?” Bradley grumbled with
a tinge of annoyance in his voice. Guinevere could sense that he was upset, and her face turned dark
with displeasure.

A moment later, she said, “Alright, then. Let‘s bring in a double. It‘s my fault in the first place that I
couldn‘t do it well.”

Bradley didn‘t even bother casting her a second look, turning instantly to a crew member next to him,
instructing, “Find a double for Guinevere right away.” “Sure.”

Guinevere stood silently at the side.

When the body double came over, Guinevere‘s brows furrowed when she saw her. “This actress ‘
figure is so different from mine. It‘ll be so obvious that she‘s a body double.”

Bradley paused for a moment and looked at her. “What do you mean by that?”

Guinevere went on, “If you really want a body double, you should at least find one that matches my
figure. If it‘s so obvious that a double is filming the scene, it‘ll be like we‘re treating the audience like
they‘re blind.” Bradley rubbed the center of his brows as he felt a headache brewing. “Find a body
double who has Guinevere‘s figure.”

Subsequently, they managed to find another actress of a similar build to Guinevere. As long as her face
was not shown in the scene, the audience would find it hard to tell that a body double had been used.

Once again, Guinevere had something to say. “She doesn‘t look like me at all. The moment she turns
around, the audience will see her side profile and see that she looks completely different from me. If



someone were to go frame–by–frame, it‘ll be easy to tell that I used a double...”



“It‘s true that you‘re using a double. So what if others find out?” Bradley couldn‘t help but comment.

Guinevere‘s face changed. “Bradley, if it were to be discovered that I used a double, do you know what
other actors will say of me? They‘ll accuse me of being unprofessional!”

Bradley stood silent. No one in the crew dared to breathe a word.

Guinevere went on, “You saw it for yourself. It wasn‘t that I didn‘t try my best, and it‘s not that I was
unwilling to cooperate. It is simply because of my physical limitation. This is completely justified and
has nothing to do with my professionalism. But if other actors were to bite onto this, they might blow
things up, and the media might catch wind of it. I hope you understand how difficult things can get for
an insignificant actress like me...” She was trying to claim the moral high ground and emotionally
blackmail Bradley.

Considering her highly–regarded position in the entertainment industry, her wealthy family, and coupled
with Weston Ford as her solid backer, no one would be stupid enough to pit themselves against her.

The so–called “other actors” would never dare to offend her; in fact, she was usually the one who had
leverage over them.

She even proclaimed herself an “insignificant actress,” with the clear intent of putting Bradley in a
difficult spot. If he didn‘t agree to her request, he would be seen as an obstinate and unsympathetic
person.

Bradley was on the verge of exploding. Never had he encountered a diva so obnoxious and difficult to
deal with.



In fact, it would be even easier to negotiate and talk with veteran actors.

Of course, these showbiz moguls had professional standards that they insisted upon and were
stubborn in certain trivialities, but none ever obsessed about such a non–existent issue as much as
Guinevere did.

“Then tell me. What exactly do you want?” Guinevere hesitated for a moment before saying, “I think it‘ll
be better to find someone that looks exactly like me...”


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