The Fortune-Telling Heiress

Chapter 201

Chapter 201

In the monitor, a panicked voice rang out, "Shane, how did I do? Was that good?

Marco's legs fell like jelly. If Shane hadn't been there to support him, he would have crumpled to the ground. "Shane, let's get out of here," he urged. Shane's face turned pale, but he noticed Madison's calm demeanor. She even took a seat in front of Shane's monitor, watching the screen intently. Shane took a deep breath and dragged Marco over to the monitor

The monitor glowed, displaying anearby well.

The ghost's face was exposed, and she had placed her hands on top of the well, scratching the surface with her nails.

In the next moment, her head snapped up, revealing a fierce and chilling gaze directed at the camera.

Marco screamed

However, Shane remained silent, staring intently at the screen.

Suddenly, the figure floated into view, her face dominating the entire screen. Blood seeped from her eyes as she bared her teeth, asking, "Shane, how did I do?"

Marco was so bemitied that his lipstrembled, yet no words escaped.

what was happening. She got up from

Shane picked up the microphone. "What's your character supposed to be? If you're playing a real ghost, do you think just standing there

human emotions? That's not acting. What's your character's background?

of questions. The ghost on the screen hesitated for a moment. Then, she gradually pulled away and stood respectfully in the background. Her voice was eerily boarse. "I don't know. There's no setting, no plot." Shane exhaled sharply. "No plat, no setting? Do you even have a character profile? How can you

The ghost shivered slightly.

to remind him that he was dealing with more

Marco's hand

Marco remained silent.

to acting, Shane was

an

Madison. She stood calmly beside the

while he felt like the only

Shane took a breath and asked, "Are you interrupting our

cautiously leaned in to watch the screen, hoping for

resentment. You didn't die

Marco were both startled. They looked nervously

by the well with her head lowered. Her long hair hid her face, and a gust of wind made her

at the Deatropolis Film and