Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 226 -

At that moment The first FL’s face flushed with disbelief and anger. "That’s not possible!"

she snapped, her voice sharp.

"You can’t just change the roles like that. You don’t understand how things work here."

However Ethan’s calm demeanor didn’t falter. He met her gaze with a steady, unyielding expression.

"If you’re not willing to watch and learn how it’s done, then perhaps it’s time for you to quit the role entirely,"

he said, his voice cool and deliberate.

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

Her mouth fell open, stunned into silence. The weight of his words hit her like a brick wall, and for a moment, she stood frozen, her confidence shattered. The room went quiet, the tension so thick it was almost suffocating.

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Finally seeing nobody would support her, she swallowed her pride and nodded.

"Fine," she said through clenched teeth. "Let her show me."

The second FL hesitated for a moment before stepping forward, clearly nervous but determined to perform. The crew adjusted quickly, the cameras rolling again under the director’s direction.

She picked up the glass of water, her movements deliberate, and delivered the scene with precision. But when it came to the slap, she only gave a light, almost hesitant strike across the first FL’s cheek, clearly holding back.

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Again Ethan’s sharp gaze didn’t miss a thing. He let the scene finish, his arms crossed as the tension hung in the air.

"Cut," the director called, glancing at Ethan for approval.

At that moment Ethan stepped forward, his eyes locking onto the second FL.

"Was that slap supposed to be a light one?"

he asked, his tone measured but carrying an edge that made everyone hold their breath.

"Or was it written as a heavy slap?"

The second FL froze under his piercing gaze, her hesitation clear as she tried to figure out how to respond.

At that moment the first FL, still rubbing her cheek, glared at Ethan, but she didn’t dare interrupt. The crew waited silently, all eyes on Ethan as they braced for his next words.

At that moment the director stepped forward, his tone nervous but firm. "It doesn’t matter," he said, his eyes darting between Ethan and the actresses.

"The slap is fine. It’s just a detail."

Ethan nodded thoughtfully, his expression unreadable.

"You’re right," he said, his voice calm, surprising everyone with his agreement.

But then he turned to the second FL, his tone shifting into something sharper.

"If it doesn’t matter, then why didn’t you deliver it the same way the first FL was giving it to you?"

Hearing Ethan words The second FL froze, her face paling. She fumbled for words, but nothing came out. Ethan’s gaze was piercing, unrelenting.

"Don’t tell me you don’t know the scene either," he said, his tone dripping with quiet disappointment.

Immediately her shoulders slumped slightly, her fear evident as the entire crew watched. The first FL, still touching her face from the earlier take, stood off to the side, her jaw clenched and her expression boiling with rage. She looked ready to storm off, muttering something under her breath about needing a break.

Before she could leave, Ethan’s voice cut through the room.

"We’re not done yet," he said, his calm tone carrying more weight than a shout. He turned his sharp gaze on the first FL.

"We’re running the scene again. This time, you’re both going to make it real. No holding back."

At that moment the first FL froze, her anger turning into disbelief. "Are you serious?"

she hissed, glaring at Ethan.

However Ethan didn’t even flinch. "Completely," he said, folding his arms.

"Make it convincing enough, or we’ll keep doing it until it is."

The room was dead silent, the tension suffocating as the crew prepared for another take. Both actresses exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of Ethan’s words pressing down on them. No one dared to argue further as the cameras were reset.

The first FL crossed her arms, glaring at Ethan.

"This is ridiculous,"

she snapped.

"I’ve been doing this role perfectly up until now, and suddenly, you’re questioning my abilities?"

Still Ethan didn’t flinch, his tone calm yet cutting.

"You’ve been doing it your way, not the way it’s written. If you can’t follow direction, maybe this role isn’t for you."

Her defiance wavered at his words, and her anger gave way to unease. She bit her lip, clearly weighing her options. After a moment, she muttered, "Fine. I’ll do it."

The crew reset the cameras, and the scene began again.

This time, the second FL, visibly tense, poured the water as directed and delivered a slap that landed harder than before, the sharp sound echoing across the set.

At that moment the first FL recoiled, her face twisting in immediate anger.

"That’s enough!" she shouted, turning to Ethan, her hand instinctively going to her cheek.

"I get it now, okay? I understand the scene."

At that moment Ethan raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by her outburst.

"Good," he said simply, folding his arms and leaning against a nearby prop table.

Her tone shifted, dripping with sarcasm.

"This time, I’ll get everything perfect. I’ll deliver the scene as it’s written."

A sly, vindictive smile crept across her lips.

"And if you like the slap hot, I’ll make sure it’s the best one yet."

At that moment the crew exchanged nervous glances, sensing the brewing storm, but no one dared to intervene.

Then Ethan gave a small nod, his expression neutral.

"Then let’s see it," he said, gesturing for the cameras to roll.

The air on set was thick with tension as the actresses returned to their positions, both determined but for very different reasons.

As the crew prepared to restart the scene, Ethan raised his hand, signaling them to stop.

"Hold on," he said, his voice calm but commanding, cutting through the tension like a blade. Everyone froze, their eyes shifting to him in confusion.

Ethan turned to the two actresses, his sharp gaze studying them. "What are your names?"

he asked, his tone casual.

The first FL hesitated, taken off guard by the sudden inquiry.

"I’m Vanessa," she said, trying to mask her irritation with a forced smile.

The second FL shifted uncomfortably, clearly unused to the attention.

"I’m Emily," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

At that moment Ethan’s eyebrows moved slightly, a flicker of realization crossing his face.

He tapped his fingers thoughtfully against his folded arms, his tone steady as he spoke.

"Interesting," he said, glancing between them.

"Because according to the documents I reviewed earlier, Emily here should be the one playing the main role."

Immediately a stunned silence fell over the room, the weight of Ethan’s words settling heavily on everyone present.

At that moment Vanessa’s face turned red with anger and disbelief, while Emily’s eyes widened in shock, her mouth opening as if to say something but no words coming out.

The crew exchanged nervous glances, the director visibly sweating as he fidgeted with his clipboard.

Ethan’s calm demeanor didn’t waver as he looked directly at Vanessa, his expression unreadable. "Care to explain why that isn’t the case?"