Chapter 82 The Trap

Chapter 82 The Trap

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The director of Spoiled–Randall–called to let Lily know she’d been selected after her audition. She’d landed the voice role for the eighth female lead and was asked to come in to record.

Usually, when Lily went to a recording studio, it would be filled with staff.

To her surprise, the Spoiled studio only had Randall inside.

Still, Randall had a reputation in the industry for being upright and professional–well–respected, even admired. So Lily didn’t think much of it.

She greeted him politely. “Sit. I’m here.”

“Lily, about the character Yingniang, there are a few things I need to go over with you.”

The moment Randall saw Lily’s face, a flash of amazement swept through his eyes.

He’d seen photos of her before.

He’d already thought she looked better than most popular actresses in the industry, but he’d assumed it was just camera magic. In person, she was even more stunning–her presence even stronger.

He quickly buried the lust that flickered in his gaze and picked up the script, approaching her with a professional demeanor.

“For this scene, I think you should pull back a little. Yingniang’s lines are angry, but I think a more restrained, repressed delivery will bring out the depth of her despair better.”

“And for this part….

Lily nodded, listening attentively. His suggestions made sense.

But while she was focused on his explanation, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her lower back.

slid under her shirt and was

waist.

it was inching

“Mr. Randall!”

went deathly

trying to put distance

Randall lunged at her and shoved her

mask of professionalism vanished from his face. What

with one hand, smirking “Lily,

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Chapter 82 The Trap

give you the lead. Better yet–I’ll

need you to make me a star! I’m not doing this!

never trade

hard against him, trying

had once been an action movie star.

“You

don’t get it, do

pinned her wrists above her head, grinning darkly. “This

want you. And I always get what I want. Whether you agree or not–I’m going to have you. So I’d suggest you

large, sweaty hand slid up her

“Don’t touch me!”

around her. Lily writhed

seemed to excite him more. The desire in his eyes deepened, and his breath

suddenly yanked at her collar, and his foul–smelling

rang,

Randall curled his lip into a greasy smirk and

“Did you get her?”

hear the voice on the other end of

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