Heartstrings On Fire

Chapter 67

A girl next to Beatrice said, “Beatrice, you’re such a troublemaker. That’s the meeting room of the director and scriptwriter, isn’t she just asking for trouble by barging in there?”

“Yeah, I heard the big boss and investors are there today. The director of this TV show is Zoe, and he’s got a terrible temper. She will definitely be kicked

out.”

Beatrice replied, “Exactly, I want her to embarrass herself. She thinks she can audition for the lead role? Dream on, she’s way too cocky”

Agnes walked straight into the meeting room. But after two steps, Agnes stopped. There was a row of people sitting in the room. What was going on? In front of this bunch of people was a big screen, playing auditions from another room. Hearing the noise at the door, everyone turned to look at Agnes. Agnes stood still for a moment and quickly apologized, “Sorry, I entered the wrong room.” She was about to turn around and leave

“Hold on.”

Agnes stopped in her tracks, a middle–aged man had quickly walked up to her. He looked Agnes up and down, seerning pleasantly surprised, nodding while saying, “Tess, look, doesn’t she look like your character, Sylvia?”

Then a woman with thick glasses also walked over, looking at Agnes as if she had found a treasure: “She’s got the right temperament and good looks. Director Zoe, your eye for talent is really good, we haven’t had a satisfactory audition yet.”

Director Zoe slapped his thigh and said, “Let’s go with her, she’s our Cinderella”

tell her what on earth

your name? If there’s no problem, we can sign the contract

Agnes didn’t quite understand what was happening, she knew these

for the audition, you’ve got

you’re not here for the audition, then what are you

to find

you looking for?”

deep and magnetic

over; it was a man in

walked up to Agnes and

how this man knew

led Agnes out of the room.

to the balcony at the end of the corridor, attracting

Beatrice, everyone had an incredulous expression

the short distance of a few dozen meters, there were expressions of shock, envy, and jealousy

at the man, their eyes filled with admiration and shyness–even some fear.