"Will you be in it?"
The Saintess had another question, one countless moviegoers wanted answered too.
"Of course. I'll still play Jack."
With the Wealth Church's Holy Son and Saintess playing opposite each other, its followers were sure to go wild.
Annan could already picture the Wealth Church's believers rushing into theaters, Gold Narls in hand...
Did this count as making a remake of his own film?
The only early preparation needed was a little refurbishment of the Tiggo, followed by a steady buildup of publicity. Annan settled on starting filming around June—after all, he still had plenty to do.
Oh, right. He also needed to smooth things over with Evelyn.
"How could you do this? How could you do this to me!?"
"Shh..."
Annan glanced guiltily out of the office. Fortunately, the employees had their heads down and didn't seem to have heard.
"Isn't that a bit dramatic?"
Evelyn climbed onto the desk, planted her hands on her hips, and sneered. "How is it dramatic? You're making The Mage Tower's Fall 2, another story about Jack and Rose. You're still the male lead, but I'm not the female lead anymore. What are audiences supposed to think of me..."
"That's why I'm here to make it up to you..."
Annan spoke while watching the people outside. When he looked back, Evelyn had somehow moved from atop the desk to the chair behind it. Glasses perched on her nose, she wore a serious expression and looked every bit the business executive.
"Make it up to me? How?"
"Uh... I promised the Saintess she could play the female lead. How about I give you the role of Rose's mother?"
"How is that making it up to me?" Evelyn muttered. "But it'll definitely be fun. I'm in."
She hadn't cared about losing