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

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

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

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

The ghost shivered slightly.

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

Marco's

Marco remained silent.

to acting,

just an

calmly beside the

confident, while he felt like the only

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

cautiously leaned in to watch

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

Marco were both startled. They looked nervously

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

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