Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 637: Treating Her Like a Toy?

Director Z nodded. "Brown, Aurora, take ten. Talk things through a bit. You’re playing a couple—you can’t look like strangers on screen."

Aurora gave an awkward nod.

Usually, she had no trouble getting into character for music videos. But with Everett here... she just couldn’t. It felt like he was constantly watching her, and it threw her off completely.

No, she had to talk to him.

She shot Everett a deliberate glance, then looked away with a touch of defiance before walking into the rest area.

Brown followed, but when he saw Everett step in too, his heart sank a little.

"Everett, your scene’s not up yet. How about I talk to—"

"Brown," Aurora cut him off gently, "I need to talk to Everett alone. Could you give us a minute?"

Brown was stunned. He thought Aurora wouldn’t want to be alone with Everett.

After all, there had been rumors about the two before. Lately, she’d been avoiding him at every event. Brown knew that much.

"Uh... sure. Call me if you need anything."

He glanced at Everett on his way out, intentionally or maybe involuntarily.

That one glance was enough to shake him. Everett looked as composed and self-assured as ever—arrogant even. Like he owned the room. His presence was so strong it made Brown feel like he had to watch how he breathed.

Brown left, feeling deflated.

He liked Aurora. But how was he supposed to compete with someone like Everett?

After he left, Everett casually sat down next to Aurora. "Miss Wilson, what did you want to say to me?"

Cold tone, distant attitude.

Aurora scoffed. Seriously? What was he trying to pull? He clearly wasn’t into her—so why show up here? To flex?

"Everett, you know our energies just don’t match. When you’re on set, I can’t get into character. So when we resume in ten minutes, I need you off set. Just stay out of my line of sight."

She looked him dead in the eye, voice sharp.

Everett tapped lightly on the wooden bench, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Energies don’t match? You can’t act because I’m here? No, you’ve got it backward. You like me. That’s why you can’t connect with Brown. That’s the real issue, isn’t it?"

"Everett! Don’t flatter yourself!" Aurora jumped up, clearly trying to keep her voice down. "I would never like you. Get over yourself!"

Everett raised an eyebrow and said lightly, "Sorry. Just messing around."

Aurora almost turned to stone.

Did he seriously think this was a game? Was she just a toy to him? Couldn’t he have a real conversation?

"Everett, can you just do what I asked? Stay out of my way during the shoot."

Her voice was calm now.

A flicker of something darker passed through Everett’s eyes, but he stayed cool on the surface. "Sure. But why should I do what you say?"

Aurora bit her lip, glaring at his indifference.

She knew this conversation was going nowhere. She’d never be able to get through to him. He never let her take the lead.

Even back when they were lost—he never listened.

Aurora stood up and walked out quickly. When Everett suddenly stood too, she panicked and sped up, practically running out of the tent.

Everett stood still, brows furrowed, a wave of disappointment washing over him.

Even if he had gotten a shot with her... what would it matter?

She still treated him like the enemy.

Outside, Aurora ran straight into Eleanor, who grabbed her arm. "What happened? Why are you running? Did Everett mess with you?"

"No, no... it’s not that!" Aurora quickly shook her head.

Eleanor and Dominic were smirking nearby.

Aurora was out of breath and frustrated. Why had she run like that? With so many people around, it’s not like Everett could actually do anything!

She knew she was afraid. Afraid of losing control around him. Afraid he’d see through her.

"Let’s just go rest over there for ten minutes."

Eleanor spoke softly, and Aurora nodded, then walked toward Brown.

Everett came out next, his expression dark as thunder. Tobias stepped up, about to say something, but froze when he saw how stormy Everett looked. He swallowed his words instantly.

Even with that icy expression, Everett still looked distractingly handsome. He strode quickly toward a wooded area, his tall figure radiating that same effortless charm.

Within moments, he and Tobias disappeared from sight.

No one dared to stop him.

The cold aura rolling off him warned everyone to stay away.

"What’s up with Everett? He looks seriously pissed."

"Who knows... maybe he argued with Aurora?"

"He’s chasing Aurora, isn’t he? Why else would a CEO lower himself to come shoot a music video—playing a tragic role, no less?"

"Shhh! Keep it down... Director Z said no gossiping about them on set..."

A few female crew members whispered among themselves.

Meanwhile, Aurora caught just a glimpse of Everett disappearing into the trees, and something like panic rose in her chest—but she couldn’t explain why.

"We’re about to start again. Take a deep breath, and trust yourself. You’ve got this," Eleanor encouraged her.

Aurora took a long breath, pushing away every stray thought. She told herself she had to nail this take—no more screw-ups.

After all, she’d done two MVs before and had never performed this poorly.

But now that Everett wasn’t around, she finally found her rhythm. After two takes, one full scene was done.

Aurora quietly breathed a sigh of relief. She knew clearly—just two more scenes, and then Everett would be back on set.

In the woods.

Everett lit one cigarette after another.

Tobias stayed close, walking on eggshells to avoid making things worse.

After ten minutes, Tobias cautiously said, "Sir, we should probably head back. You’re likely up soon."

Right as he finished, a staffer’s voice called out from the distance, "Everett, you’re up in five minutes. Please get ready!"

Everett tossed his half-finished cigarette and stomped it out with his foot.

Tobias hesitated, then added carefully, "Sir... if I’m not mistaken, Scene Eight is the one with... some close contact with Miss Wilson."

He offered a stick of gum with an awkward smile. "Girls usually don’t like cigarette breath. You might wanna..."

Everett shot him a cold look—but still took the gum.

He didn’t want Aurora to hate it when he kissed her, again.

Yes, Scene Eight. That was the one where he found Aurora asleep in the car... and snuck in a kiss.

Suddenly, he felt nervous. He wasn’t used to doing intimate scenes with women in front of people. But this was his shot—what was there to be afraid of?

He’d been through fire and blood over the years. Something this small shouldn’t shake him.

Right?