“Don't decline just yet. How can you be so certain without giving it a try?" Camden implored.

"I'm certain," Sabrina insisted firmly.

“I've reviewed your works and the actors’ performances in it exhibit remarkable synergy. You must have made a significant contribution,”

Camden argued.

"That's solely attributed to the director's expertise. I had minimal influence," Sabrina humbly deflected.

“Allow me to be blunt, then. Other works those directors you've collaborated with are merely mediocre," Camden asserted.

Sabrina found herself momentarily speechless.

Forced to muster a wry smile, she responded, “Camden, you hold me in high regard..."

“I'm telling the truth," Camden maintained.

Observing Sabrina's reluctance, Camden adopted a more earnest tone.

"You don't aspire to become an actress, do you?"

Sabrina hesitated briefly before nodding. "I simply wish to evade the relentless scrutiny of reporters and netizens. I don't desire to be the center of attention."

Camden embarked on a persuasive argument, “In reality, your apprehension is somewhat unwarranted and of minimal consequence. Our team is adept at handling such matters. What are the intentions of those paparazzi? To profit, correct? As long as you provide them with financial incentives, they'll refrain from intruding into your personal life. Consider the recent plight of stars who've fallen from grace. Was it the result of paparazzi exposure? No, it was invariably the actions of others. As long as you abide by the law, what can the paparazzi and online denizens do? Their disparaging remarks stem from their own inadequacy."

Sabrina sensed something peculiar in Camden's argument but couldn't quite pinpoint it. "However..."

Camden proposed an enticing compromise, "How about this? Engage in a single scene first. If you genuinely find it unmanageable, I won't press the matter further."

Sabrina deliberated for a moment before conceding, "Very well."

“Very well, then," Camden exclaimed with an air of enthusiasm as he rose from his seat, procuring a script with alacrity. Swiftly, he thumbed through its pages until he pinpointed Sarah's role. "Here, have a look at this," he invited.

Sabrina accepted the script, her eyes scanning its contents with meticulous care.

In the narrative's denouement, the hero grievously wounded Sarah. As she teetered on the precipice of death, a poignant exchange unfolded between her and the male lead, laying bare the origins of her character.

Following this conversation, Sarah gently closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting back to days gone by.