"Same name, that's all. How does a country bumpkin who hasn't even attended university compare to a professor?"
"You're right. We shouldn't be giving this kind of person undue credit. She doesn't deserve to be compared to someone like Professor Doyle."
As a group of rookie actors aired their grievances.
A petite and delicate girl approached with a tray, her dark, beautiful eyes gazing at them, "Big sisters, you've been talking so much, aren't you tired? Harriet invites you to have some coffee."
Seeing that someone was offering coffee.
Several young girls unceremoniously took the coffee from the tray, "Kid, you must be a fan of mine, right? Since you're offering, I won't be shy."
Quiana Doyle flashed a sweet smile at them, "Big sisters, drink up quickly, the coffee will taste bad if it cools down."
The rookie actors did not sense anything amiss.
After all, they were on a film set, and it wasn't unusual for fans to bring them drinks.