"Mom, we donāt understand, but Jane Sampson must." Julie Sampton said, "Isnāt she filming these days? Have the houseās driver deliver meals to her more often, and give her a call now and then to show you care about her. Dad says Jane Sampson is easily moved, so you start by warming up to her. Then, after about a week, call her again and ask for Thomas Lancasterās phone number. Once I get Thomas Lancasterās number, we can decide whether or not you should continue to be nice to her."
Julie Sampton thought for a moment and added, "If Jane Sampson doesnāt give you Thomas Lancasterās phone number then, just go and cry in front of her, make a scene. She might refuse you when she hasnāt seen you, but if she sees you crying, sheāll definitely not refuse you anymore."
Mother Sampton hesitated for a long time, feeling in her heart that this was somewhat wrong, as if she were using Jane Sampson.
But she couldnāt stand up to her daughter Julieās crying and fussing and finally nodded, "If you really like that Thomas Lancaster, then Iāll try tomorrow."
"Thank you, Mom. I knew you loved me the most. Once I marry Thomas Lancaster, Iāll definitely take good care of you." Julie Sampton stood up happily, hugged Mother Sampton, and then said, "Mom, letās go shopping then. Iāve been eyeing a lot of stuff I like but didnāt have the heart to buy. Iām not as rich as Jane Sampson, even a lipstick costs her more than 300,000."
"Whatever you want, Iāll buy it for you. Donāt just talk about 300,000, even one million, Iāll buy it for you," Mother Sampton said, delighted by the flattery, hugging Julie and calling her precious daughter, treasure. Then she took Julieās hand, called for the driver, and they left in the car.
The next morning, when Jane Sampson got to the film crew, Amber Edwards had not arrived yet. When she finished her makeup and came out, Amber was already sitting on a chair, fanning herself. She complained about the air quality in the makeup room, so the makeup artist took out the toolbox and did her makeup outdoors.
Her two assistants were busy distributing something or other over there.
Coco Edwards whispered to Jane Sampson, "They couldnāt possibly be handing out that Dream Riverās Summer perfume you posted on twitter yesterday, could they?"
"How could that be?" Jane shook her head. "The perfume is priced in the five-digit range. The Edwards family is rich, but not to the extent that they would indulge her like that. Besides, even if you have the money, that perfume isnāt something you can just buy in a day. Even if she went internationally to purchase it immediately after leaving yesterday afternoon, she couldnāt have returned by this time."
And, even if someone bought it internationally and flew back with it, they wouldnāt be able to bring back this much. Dream Riverās Summer is a luxury among perfumes, not just dew spray thatās available whenever; who can lug it back by the boxload?
After Jane finished speaking, Coco made a sound of realization, "I saw it, those boxes are full of tangerines; she is really splurging, giving everyone one box of southern citrus."
Hearing Coco mention tangerines, Jane involuntarily swallowed her saliva.
"Itās over, I want to eat," Jane looked up at the sky.
"Your throat hasnāt recovered yet, better stick to chrysanthemum tea," Coco, amused by Janeās look of despair, said, "Besides, even if I went out to buy you some tangerines right now, if you ate them, it would mean admitting defeat."
"Forget it, to defend my dignity, I better not eat," Jane flicked her head, "make me some chrysanthemum tea, and Iāll drink it after I wrap up the scene."