Chapter 431 - 430: Heave-Ho, Heave-Ho, Pulling Up Radishes

"Yeah, Gabriel Sinclair’s tone wasn’t great, but he wasn’t wrong. There was plenty of open space to the side, so why did she have to stand right in the middle?"

"And if standing in the middle wasn’t bad enough, Nina Sinclair just shoved the award-winning actors right out of the shot."

"I just watched the replay. When Nina Sinclair arrived, her high heel stepped on her sister’s foot. If you look closely, you can even see the mark on her sister’s sneakers!"

"Just saw it. That’s seriously out of line."

"Why blame Nina? What if she didn’t do it on purpose? Besides, if Chloe Sinclair’s foot got stepped on, why didn’t she say anything? And how much could getting stepped on once really hurt?"

Netizens watching the livestream nearly had a collective aneurysm when they saw that comment.

’What kind of rare creatures are Nina Sinclair’s fans?’

’How could they even say something like that?’

’How much can it hurt?’

’Doesn’t Nina Sinclair know herself?’

’You can feel it when you just walk up an incline, let alone stepping on something hard.’

’Even if you don’t know what it was, wouldn’t a normal person at least glance down?’

’But what did Nina Sinclair do?’

’Stepping on her once wasn’t enough; she had to grind her heel in a second time.’

’That can hardly be called an accident.’

’And "how much can it hurt"...’

’Let me fucking step on your foot and see how you like it!’

Fans of Chloe and Gabriel Sinclair, in particular, couldn’t stand to see their idols bullied. They flamed the commenter so hard that the person deleted their account.

"A good flaming is the only cure for trolls like that."

"I checked. That troll was one of Nina Sinclair’s fans. Their profile says they’re sixteen. They’re in high school, they’ve finished their compulsory education, so why are they still so childish?"

"At this point, I don’t just want to crowdfund money for Nina Sinclair; I want to donate some so her fans can get their eyes checked. They’ll stan just about anyone. Be careful, or you’ll get a nasty surprise when your idol’s career suddenly implodes."

"Umm... Nina Sinclair has no career left to implode."

"One thing to say: Nina Sinclair, get the hell out of the entertainment industry!"

Nina Sinclair had no idea her actions had thoroughly enraged the other fanbases.

She was even more clueless that her future in the entertainment industry was about to become a living hell.

Just then, Simon Lawson, having checked the live comments backstage, returned to the set and repeated the day’s task for Nina Sinclair individually.

"Before you arrived, everyone else already claimed their plots. Your task today is to pull all the radishes from the plot in front of you. Tomorrow, you’ll go with the locals to sell them at the market. There’s a reward for first place."

Because Nina Sinclair had arrived last, Simon Lawson explained the rules again.

However, Nina Sinclair grew more and more shocked as she listened.

Before Simon Lawson could even finish, she cut him off. "Wait!"

"What is it?"

Simon Lawson took a deep breath, sensing that Nina Sinclair was about to make him lose his professional composure.

"Director Lawson, did you just say I have to pull up all the radishes in this entire plot?"

Simon Lawson nodded, but then clarified, "The middle plot is yours."

Nina Sinclair looked at the long stretch of land and the dew-covered mud, and immediately decided she wasn’t doing it.

"This much? How could I possibly finish it all in one day?"

Simon Lawson said, "The other, more senior cast members didn’t think it was a problem."

Because Nina Sinclair had powerful backers, Simon Lawson had been trying to give her a little leeway.

He was trying to give her an easy way out.

But if Nina Sinclair knew how to take an easy way out, she wouldn’t be Nina Sinclair.

Just as he was about to speak, Hailey Beckett saw the director’s predicament and stepped in, saying in a steady voice, "If you can’t finish later, we can all help you."

In reality, Nina Sinclair’s plot was the smallest of them all, and it happened to be the very one Chloe Sinclair had used for the demonstration earlier.

Everyone knew Nina Sinclair disliked this kind of manual labor, so they had all silently agreed to leave the smallest plot for her.

Frank Hayes, the most senior member of the cast, didn’t say a word.

’They just never expected her to still be unsatisfied.’

It was the first time the four regular cast members had encountered such a difficult celebrity, and they all felt a little repulsed.

The contrast only made Chloe Sinclair seem all the more wonderful.

"Bro, let’s get back to our work."

Gabriel Sinclair nodded.

Chloe Sinclair had taken on the largest plot.

Yet her speed at pulling radishes was the fastest of anyone there.

You could almost count her progress by the second.

Everyone had assumed that Gabriel Sinclair, being the young master of a wealthy family, wouldn’t be cut out for this kind of work. They were surprised to find that while he didn’t know what he was doing, he was incredibly earnest.

At first, Gabriel Sinclair didn’t even know how to hold a hoe and was looking at it with disdain. In the end, however, he copied Chloe Sinclair’s movements and began digging with a convincing imitation of her form.