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.

hand had slid under her shirt and was

waist.

it was

“Mr. Randall!”

face went deathly

jumped back, trying to put distance between

lunged at her and shoved her

his face. What remained was lust–greedy, vile,

with one hand, smirking “Lily, are you really satisfied

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Chapter 82 The Trap

you the lead.

me a star! I’m not

would never trade

against him, trying to break

been an action movie star.

“You

get it,

above her head, grinning darkly. “This

always get what I want. Whether you agree or not–I’m going to have you. So I’d suggest you cooperate. Because if you piss me off. I’ll make sure you

spoke, his large, sweaty

“Don’t touch me!”

touch felt like a venomous snake wrapping around her. Lily writhed in disgust, desperate to get

seemed to excite him more. The desire

her collar, and his foul–smelling hand

his phone rang, shrill and

caller ID, Randall curled his lip into a greasy

“Did you get her?”

voice on

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