Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 858
Vermont was making things up. Whether Stuart believed him was unclear, but he stopped asking more questions after that.
On the other hand, Leighton was very much still immersed in the movie scene. His ears could not help turning red when he saw
Stella. 'Did I accidentally throw you too hard just now?" he whispered.
When Leighton tossed Stella onto the bed, her head hit the bed frame. He heard a soft bang because he was so close to her, but
she did not say anything. So, he continued to act out his part.
"Yeah, but it's fine. It doesn't hurt that much," Stella smiled. ‘I would've yelled out in pain if it did."
Leighton did not major in acting but was born for this career; he understood his role as Ralph well. He did not look like a celebrity
when they were shooting the scene earlier. With his hair down and his glasses on, he looked like a college student who was
gentle and kind. There was not even an ounce of hostility in his manner. His lines and expressions were also delivered very well.
Stella knew she was not a gifted actor because she had seen what they looked like. Those who were born to be actors did not
need to learn any theoretical knowledge systematically or practice their expressions repeatedly. Gifted actors could quickly
empathize with the characters in the script and enter their roles immediately. Even if there were flaws in their acting, it was not
something that a good director could not fix with a bit of guidance.
Stella could only score 95% out of 100% with hard work. The remaining 5% came from talent, which hard work cannot
compensate for. However, Leighton was different. He could easily win her over with his 5%. This made Stella a little envious of
him.
Leighton sighed in relief and handed Stella a kiwi and pear juice. "Here. You have it. I'll go grab another one."
Before Stella could say anything, a glass of mango juice appeared before her. She froze for a moment and looked up to see
Keegan. He lowered his eyes and glanced at her lightly, holding the mango juice.
Stella was at a loss for words. She coughed and said, "You have it. I like mango juice better." After saying that, she took the
glass of juice out of Keegan's hand. Leighton was a little disappointed, but he did not say anything. He just grabbed the juice and
sat to the side.
Keegan could not talk to Stella because there were many people around, so he stood beside her with a stern face. The people
next to them did not even have to drink the juice to feel the sudden drop in temperature.

Stella kicked him on the calf when no one was paying attention and signaled him to leave. Keegan pretended not to see it, and
she frowned. She wanted to kick him again when she heard Stuart say, "Times up. Let's finish filming and call it a day." So, she
had no choice but to withdraw her legs.
After a while, the situation on set returned to its original state. However, the person in charge of the reflector was nowhere in
sight. "Where is that guy?" Stuart asked. "He's in the toilet. He'll be out in a sec," said someone from the lighting team. Stuart's
eyes twitched. "Does he expect us all to wait for him?" he said.
"It's an easy job, right? Why not have someone else do it?" Vermont asked with a smile. "We need someone tall and strong,"
said Stuart.
Ralph's bed was placed against the wall. Since it was a single bed, they could not put a light stand there. Thus, they had to use a
reflector to get the best lighting. The reflector was three feet long and had a little weight to it, so not everyone could be in charge
of holding it.
"Wait. I have an idea!" Vermont immediately recommended his "driver" to do the job. "Keegan, come and do Mr. Winfield a favor.
Go up there and hold that thing."