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.

She got up from her

Madison and seeing her nod, Shane picked up the microphone. "What's your character supposed to be?

That's not acting. What's your character's background? What's the plot? Who's

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 act without anything to work with? Tell me, how did you plan

The ghost shivered slightly.

shane's shirt from behind, trying to remind him that he was dealing

swatted Marco's hand

Marco remained silent.

it came to acting, Shane was

just an

Marco glanced at Madison. She stood calmly beside the monitor, looking intently at the

else seemed confident, while he felt like

scolding the glost, Shane took a breath and asked, "Are you interrupting our shoot because we disturbed you?" The

watch the screen, hoping for

filled with resentment. You didn't die a normal death. You

startled. They looked nervously

the well with her head lowered. Her long hair hid her face,

at the Deatropolis Film and Arts Academy,