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?

Academy

that his

bring Zenith Entertainment enormous profits!” The director continued enthusiastically,

didn’t know how to

make money

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me? This wasn’t

person he could turn to.

my brother!” Vance

at his desk, his long fingers interlaced, his expression icy as he watched his younger brother

outsiders, Zenith Entertainment’s president, Vance Wilson, was a suave and

in front of his older brother, he was as obedient

throat, Vance cautiously addressed the

going with the sister–in–law

moment, Vance thought the room’s temperature

photo that Henry had sent him. The girl in the photo wore black–rimmed glasses, looked timid and awkward, and didn’t seem like someone who could

or get out,” Alexander said coldly.

was