The remaining scenes were just as easy for Maya Monroe.
She rolled down the earthy mound in one take, not paying much mind to the slight pain in her waist, as she had endured far worse hardships before.
"That's a wrap!"
After getting up from the ground, Maya Monroe patted the dust off her body.
Several assistants came over, ready to support her, their expressions anxious, as if afraid Maya Monroe would lash out at them if she got hurt from the fall.
After all, such situations were typical for Maya Monroe; born with a silver spoon, she was raised as the cherished darling of her family, never having suffered any hardship. She would vent her frustrations on those around her, sometimes even kicking them to the ground.
Maya Monroe never considered others' feelings; she only cared if she was happy.
Seeing the assistants trembling with fear, Maya Monroe, despite not understanding, waved them off.
"No need to help, I'm not hurt."
