As soon as Windsor Academy's exams ended, Owen's crew immediately moved into the school and began setting up the location in full swing.
In the backstage area of the filming location, several actors were getting their makeup done.
"Why did the director choose this place for filming? There are so many schools in the Magic City; why go all the way to Oceanic City?" a female actor complained.
"Exactly. Although Oceanic City is only two hours from Magic City, it's still a bit of a hassle to go back and forth. It's a waste of time and money. This is so unlike Director Zhang, who is usually so thrifty."
The actress sitting in the middle, who had remained silent, finally spoke up, "You guys don't understand. This school is a true aristocratic institution with a hundred-year history. It fits the script's setting perfectly."
Everyone around her looked enlightened, though they had no idea that the suggestion had come from a certain man.
At this moment, Owen was sitting in a private dressing room backstage. While the makeup artist was applying makeup, he was absorbed in playing with his phone.
Owen: [Zuri, guess where I am?]
At the same time, Zuri and the other students were arranged in a classroom, all waiting to go on stage. Zuri looked at the message from Owen for a long time, speechless.
No matter how she looked at it, the message exuded a childish vibe.
Zuri thought for a moment and typed three words.
Zuri: [I don't know.]
He must be delighted to see these three words. After all, his goal was to surprise her. See how considerate she is, pretending to know nothing.
Zuri thought to herself, unaware that the recipient of the message fell into deep contemplation upon seeing the words "I don't know."
Owen frowned, and a gloomy aura emanated from him.
The makeup artist immediately sensed it and looked at him suspiciously.
"Mr. Feng, are you alright?"
"No!"
He was not alright at all.
The makeup artist was at a loss for words. Just as he was hesitating about what to say, he heard Owen ask a question.
"If everyone around knows about something, but one person doesn't, what do you think the reason could be?"
The makeup artist thought for a moment, "That person might be indifferent to their surroundings, or the matter might be insignificant to them, easily forgotten."
After the makeup artist finished speaking, Owen looked even more miserable, staring at him with eyes that seemed to say, "Who are you trying to fool?!"
The makeup artist was bewildered.
Wasn't he right?!
If she wasn't indifferent, how could she not know?
Although he was convinced he was correct, he wisely chose not to argue.
Zuri thought Owen would reply quickly, but after waiting for a while without a response, she found it strange. But then she remembered he was a big star and probably very busy, so not replying was normal.
At that moment, a crew member walked into the classroom and told all the students, "We're about to start filming. Before we do, please hand over your phones. The crew will keep them safe and return them after filming."
Immediately, the classroom filled with groans, but everyone complied and handed over their phones.
Zuri, following the others, tossed her phone into the box.
On the other side, after much hesitation, Owen finally replied.
Owen: [Zuri, I'm at your school. Want to come visit the set? I'd love to have some of your homemade pastries.]
After sending the message, Owen waited eagerly, but his phone remained silent.
Owen frowned and turned to Isaac, "Call me."
"Why?" Isaac asked suspiciously.
"I think my phone is broken."
Without doubting him, Isaac dialed Owen's number, and the phone on the table rang the next second.
"It's working fine."
Owen picked up the phone, examining it closely. It was indeed in perfect working condition, except no one was replying to his message.
Seeing Owen's expression, Isaac felt alarmed.
Something was off!
Waiting anxiously for a text message like this was not a good sign.
Isaac signaled to his assistant, who promptly stepped forward, "Mr. Feng, it's almost time. I'll keep your phone safe."
Owen glanced at the phone and tossed it to him, "Let me know if there's any message."
The assistant nodded quickly.
Zuri and the others walked to the grove outside the square, where several actors were rehearsing their lines under a large tree.
The students, curious about the filming, looked around eagerly.
Azura spun around, "Where's my idol Owen? Why don't I see him?"
"He's a big star, so he'll naturally appear last. He's probably resting in his trailer now and will come out when it's time to shoot. You'll have to wait," Farida, who knew a bit about the entertainment industry, explained.
Zuri looked at the female stars under the sunshade not far away, "Those two look familiar."
Farida and Azura followed her gaze. The actresses under the sunshade were attractive and graceful, but they didn't recognize them.
"Those two must be new actresses. We don't know their names," Farida said.
"Zuri, you don't recognize Owen but recognize them?" Azura squinted her eyes dangerously, her gaze unfriendly.
"Hehe," Zuri laughed dryly.
She had forgotten the different timelines.
Those two new actresses were not famous now but would become big stars in the future. Even someone like her, who never followed entertainment news, would know them, which showed how famous they would be.
The stage manager walked over and addressed the students, "All extras, come here. During the shoot, just walk around the square. Don't look at the actors; just go about your business. Understand?"
"Understood," came the scattered responses.
"You three walk along this path, and you three over there. The three girls in blue, walk over here," the stage manager directed Zuri and her friends.
The three of them moved to a spot close to the main actors, a prime location with a high chance of being on camera.
"Ah, I'm so lucky to be this close to my idol!" Azura's face was flushed with excitement.
"Look at how happy you are," Farida was also excited but much more restrained.
Zuri, however, felt nothing.
Owen seemed to be a nice, amusing person.
If Isaac and Owen's assistant heard Zuri's evaluation, they would probably cough up blood.
Natalie and her group were envious and jealous of the three's prime spot.
"Next time, I'll ask my cousin to take me to the set and get the best spot," Natalie grumbled.
"Forget it. Can your cousin invite Owen?" Samara pointed out bluntly.
Natalie was immediately deflated.
At that moment, a commotion arose in the crowd.
"Owen's here."