Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 890

Just as luck would have it, Yolanda was also at the office that morning. Her agent had lined up two script meetings for her to sign contracts.

The two women met in the parking lot, and Lizetta couldn't help but ask as soon as she hopped into Yolanda's car, a grin on her face.

"Did everything go smoothly? How are the scripts? And hey, how are things with your agent? If you two aren't meshing well, you gotta let me know, okay?"

She was already thinking about finding Yolanda a new agent.

Yolanda's agent was Amy from Madden Media, a top-notch agent known for her efficiency and knack for landing roles.

She had quickly found Yolanda two roles, but upon review, Yolanda felt they weren't quite right for her.

One was a lead role in a romantic drama, and the other was a secondary role in a fantasy series.

Both were high-budget productions, which spoke volumes of Amy's ability given Yolanda's current standing in the industry.

However, the lead role felt like a token part added just to pass network scrutiny, leaving Yolanda less than impressed after reading the script.

As for the fantasy series, not only did it overlap with a previous role that had gained Yolanda some recognition, but it also risked typecasting her.

The character was described as a stunningly beautiful, yet cold and distant beauty — a stark contrast to Yolanda's sweet, girl-next-door looks.

suggesting they attend a dinner with a renowned director

Yolanda wasn't keen on Amy's recent suggestions, she felt obliged to accept

especially since Lizetta

and Yolanda had

want Lizetta asking favors

got a top-tier

got plenty of freedom, so don't worry," Yolanda

felt a bit more at

let me

"Will do, will do."

blind date was set at a cozy, private diner known for its intimate setting and Western-style garden

bit early, and their date hadn't

to nudge her towards at least applying some light makeup.

the

restroom.

restroom. Content blight

the window, Lizetta pulled out her phone

message

It was another photo.

his familiar office space. Remington was apparently having a simple lunch

table was set with a modest but nutritious meal, and across from him, a