Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 815 I've Degraded Myself Many Times

In the evening, Sophia rolled back to her tiny rented pad.

So far, she'd only snagged one gig in a TV series. As a newbie, her paycheck was peanuts. Ronald had fought tooth and nail for her, but she only scored sixty grand. Now, she was scraping by on that sixty grand.

Ronald was chilling in a swanky villa. She had dreams of moving next door, but the rent was a whopping eight grand a month.

Her sixty grand was chump change.

After all the random expenses, she was down to thirty grand.

Sophia was desperate to make some cash. Even if she jumped ship to S.M Corporation, she knew she wouldn't be raking it in anytime soon.

She'd done her homework on the company. It was a startup, and their rules and systems were probably still a hot mess. If she joined, she'd be twiddling her thumbs for a while. Sophia paced around her cramped apartment and thought about live streaming. It was a quick way to make some dough, and live streaming with product sales was blowing up. Plus, she had a bit of a name. Once she hit a hundred grand, she'd be Ronald's neighbor in no time!

Sophia's eyes lit up. She fired up her computer and started her live stream.

But she couldn't show her face. It was a breach of contract for an artist to live stream on the sly. If All Star Entertainment found out, she'd be on the hook for compensation. Sophia threw on a catgirl outfit. As a newbie streamer, her traffic was pretty weak at first.

was skimpy, and with her killer body, she had all the right curves in all the right

once guys stumbled upon it,

really showing anything. It was just a bit suggestive. As long as she could

no matter where you hustle, you gotta check your pride

cash at her, she'd smile and pick it up, one bill

enough to make any guy weak in the knees. Meanwhile, Ronald was wide awake. Lately, S.M Corporation was on a hiring spree. They had a stack of resumes, but only a

being a pretty face didn't cut it. Pretty faces were like vases-they had an expiration date. Ronald was on the hunt for someone with

hitting the sack, he liked to scroll

setup on his bed, with a laptop perched on a stand. Wearing his gold-rimmed glasses, he flicked

filters cranked up, the

thirty-two, and he always had this no-nonsense, straight-laced

chimed in, "Welcome, new viewers. This is my first live stream." The video didn't show her face, just below her neck, and her chest looked like

collarbone. Coupled with her overly sweet voice, his brows furrowed even more. He whipped out

the phone rang in the live

moment. First, he was pissed, then he

shut down the live stream, her