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.

understand what was happening. She got up from her chair to let Shane

Madison and seeing her nod, 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

continued, "If you're pretending to be human as a ghost, where are your human emotions? That's not acting. What's your character's background? What's

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

The ghost shivered slightly.

from behind, trying to remind him that he

Marco's hand

Marco remained silent.

it came to acting,

just an ordinary

She stood calmly

else seemed confident, while he felt like the

a breath and asked, "Are you interrupting our shoot because we disturbed you?" The ghost

watch the screen,

up, "You're filled with resentment. You didn't die a normal death. You were killed, weren't

startled. They looked

head lowered. Her long hair hid her face, and a gust of

sode voice, she said, "I was a student at the Deatropolis Film and Arts Academy, I was in