When Love Breaks Novel Josephine And Zayne

Chapter 112

The assistant director finally laid his cards on the table. "I just think that if we

could get Ethan to play the lead in our movie, even if it's not a mainstream hit, he'll still attract tons of young women to the theaters. That alone could drive up the box office."

Her gaze turned cold. "If that's what you think, we might as well just make another project, find a generic script, hire a bunch of pretty faces, focus on the visuals, film it in two months, release it in six, and rake in a few hundred million before walking away."

The assistant director immediately shut his mouth. He knew Josephine never put box office numbers above the film itself. In fact, it probably didn't even make her top three priorities.

Soon, the audition began. One by one, the eight actors took the stage.

Josephine barely spoke during the process, her gaze sharp and analytical, occasionally jotting down notes. Every now and then, she'd ask an actor to show a different emotion, but otherwise, she was focused-watching, assessing.

When it was Ethan's turn, the air in the room shifted. Even Arthur, who had been lounging around, straightened up a little. The other actors noticed too and could only sigh.

His outstanding looks truly set him apart, even among this group of top-tier actors. In an industry where appearances mattered, sometimes talent wasn't even necessary—a face like his was already a winning lottery ticket.

Josephine. He was supposed to perform "playing the saxophone on the

chair, eyes locking onto Ethan. Surprisingly, he didn't start by playing the saxophone. Instead, he

man.

in a way that

his instrument case. After much effort, he finally took out the saxophone. He

intermittent, and he couldn't catch his breath, making it incredibly painful to listen to. But he had used up every ounce of

then, a few coins clinked into his case, and he was overjoyed. He took off his hat and bowed, holding onto the last shred of dignity he had left. But the moment the donor walked away,

trembled, almost as if they were out of his control, and one

was relentless, but he

quickly ra

knew it was reckless, but he needed that coin

as his fingers brushed the coin, a deafening horn blared. In an instant, he flipped and fell to the ground, coughing up blood. His fingers curled, and he strained

room was stunned. He even managed to do a

was also taken

that. He instinctively glanced at Josephine who

her head, scribbled