Rebirth of a Flopped Actress: Career First, Love Second (My Billionaire Son)

Chapter 38 Looks Don’t Matter, Plastic Surgery Can Fix That

The entertainment industry isn’t short of beautiful faces, but on the international stage, pure looks aren’t enough to gain recognition. Major entertainment companies in the country were all trying to break into the international market.

High–end classical music was the perfect key to unlock those doors.

No matter what this performer looked like, her impeccable piano skills alone were reason

ough to sign her.

“Alight, get her signed quickly, Vance agreed,

Zenith Entertainment didn’t just need pretty faces–they also needed skilled artists.

If her looks were average, they could simply spend some money on plastic surgery and image design. With the right polish, she’d be a stunning artist.

“We might need your help reaching out to her, Mr. Vance. A lot of people are interested in signing her,” the director said.

“Fine, tell me her name, and I’ll arrange for someone to contact her,” Vance said, taking a sip of tea handed to him by his assistant.

“Her name is Olivia Carter, a student in St. Rona Academy’s performance department.”

The tea Vance had just sipped immediately sprayed all over his assistant.

Wait, who? What did you say her name was?” Vance asked, thinking he’d misheard.

“Wait,

“Her name is Olivia,” the director repeated.

Vance was speechless.

What the heck?!

Olivia?

Rona Academy performance department?

that his Olivia?

her signed. I believe with her talent, she’ll bring Zenith Entertainment enormous profits!” The director continued enthusiastically, desperate not to miss

how

Olivia? To make money

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Looks Don’t Matter, Plastic

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Rearls

you kidding me? This wasn’t something anyone

one person he could turn

I’m going to see my brother!” Vance ended the

the Wilson Group headquarters, Alexander sat at his desk, his long fingers interlaced, his expression icy as he watched his younger brother Vance rush in.

outsiders, Zenith Entertainment’s president, Vance Wilson, was

older brother, he was as obedient as a

cautiously addressed the perpetual

how’s it going with the sister–in–law Grandpa

moment, Vance thought the room’s temperature dropped a few degrees.

a single photo that Henry had sent him. The girl in the photo wore black–rimmed glasses,

or get out,” Alexander said

what was going