Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 169

Stella was reminded of Weston again. 

The thought made her palms a little sweaty. She needed to get some fresh air, but she couldn’t possibly leave Ruby here alone. 

About half an hour later, it was finally Ruby’s turn. The assistant hurried over to get Ruby and brought her to the stage. 

Stella stood under the stage, watching Ruby nervously stepping under the spotlight. There were quite a number of people around her. It must have really been a large set. No one was paying any attention to them since they arrived. This only changed when Ruby got up on stage. 

Stella had presumed that with Mr. Smith’s wealth, Ruby would be treated like a princess in this place. But apparently she was mistaken. Though he might be rich, Mr. Smith was nearly a nobody in the entertainment industry, since there were many more who were a thousand times richer and more powerful than him here. 

people with Weston Ford’s stature could enjoy special treatment

so naturally her role was a certain character’s daughter. She didn’t have many lines, but apart from the lines needing to showcase the liveliness of the character, it was also a period drama, so

which gravely affected her whole performance. “Stop! Stop! Stop!” yelled the director, frowning with frustration. “Where did this child come from? She doesn’t suit the character of a noble girl at all! A noble girl should be flamboyant and haughty! Not a shy stuttering girl like that!” Ruby stood there like a doll after getting yelled at by the director. At a loss, she turned to Stella. The director was still fuming with anger. He took off his earphones and tossed them violently on his desk. “This whole thing is

temper. Stella was stunned too. She’d never been in such a situation before. But more importantly, she was worried about

up

that bad. With some improvements, she’ll do just fine. The director is

Stella would soon hear something which proved that

demands exactly does Guinevere Cohen have, anyway?” she heard the director complain when he returned after taking a

– is it her or me?!” “Forget it,” the assistant director persuaded him in a whisper, “The investors insisted on having her, so there’s nothing we