With the cameras rolling, Renee Jennings couldn't lose her temper. She said gently, "Nathan, go play over by the edge of the field. Don't bother Mommy here, or we'll have to take a donkey cart home."
"A donkey cart?"
Knowing the little boy wouldn't understand, Renee Jennings explained, "A donkey cart moves very slowly. It might take us a very, very long time to see Daddy."
Realizing how serious this was, Nathan Lynch stopped bothering her.
Before marrying the Movie Emperor, Renee Jennings, while not from an ultra-wealthy family, came from a respectable, scholarly background. She had never done such tiring, dirty work in her life. In less than half an hour, she was already feeling dizzy and seeing spots.
"Rachel, why don't you rest for a bit?"
A crew member asked out of concern, noticing she wasn't looking well.
"I'm fine." Renee Jennings wiped the sweat from her forehead.
'I can't let Naomi Kenway get ahead of me. Not just her—I can't let any of the other guests beat me!'
