Listening to Anna’s humble and fawning tone, Quinn Lockwood couldn’t help but roll her eyes and decided to ignore Anna.
"Got it, Anna. I’ll report to the set tomorrow."
After hearing a few more flattering and cautionary words from Anna, Quinn hung up the phone.
These people are so superficial; their attitude is a complete 180-degree turn.
Setting the alarm, she placed the phone aside and started to prepare for sleep.
She must face tomorrow’s audition in her best condition.
The next day, Quinn got up on time, changed into an elegant and appropriate outfit, and rushed to the film set.
When Quinn arrived at the film set, aside from the staff, the other actors hadn’t yet arrived.
Under the guidance of the assistant, Quinn arrived at the casting hall.
"Gran...Gran... No, no, no, Director, it’s you." Quinn was quite surprised when she saw Director Quentin Woods.
The director picked up the glasses from the table and put them on. After seeing Quinn clearly, he also seemed a bit surprised.
"Ah, it’s you, child. Come over and sit." Director Quentin beckoned, signaling Quinn to sit beside him.
Quinn nervously rubbed her hands together.
She hadn’t expected that the grandpa she saved from a sudden heart attack at the plaza before was actually Director Quentin.
"Don’t be so nervous. Just think of me as the old grandpa from that time." Seeing Quinn’s nervousness, Director Quentin gently laughed, jokingly comforting her.
"Okay... I’m not nervous." Quinn nodded, pretending to be calm as she sat beside Director Quentin, cautiously observing him with her eyes slightly lowered.
Unlike the time at the plaza, Mr. Quentin now appeared very serious, even a bit old-fashioned.
Although Quinn had encountered many big directors in the entertainment circle, it was her first time meeting someone as prestigious and senior as Mr. Quentin.
"You are very suitable for the role of Mia Jacobs." Director Quentin nodded in satisfaction, capturing Quinn’s mannerisms and expressions.
Kind, resilient, a bit stubborn, polite, humble, and very careful.
These are the personality traits of the film’s heroine, Mia Jacobs, in a movie focused on campus bullying.
Everything else can be acted out, but not kindness.
No matter how well someone pretends, the malice and negative things in the depths of their soul will reveal themselves in many subtle ways.
For actors who cannot perfectly express a character’s traits, no matter their identity, Director Quentin would never let them participate.
"Director, do you mean..." Quinn hesitated, unsure which role Director Quentin was referring to as Mia Jacobs.
"Just what you think, Mia Jacobs is the female lead in ’The Light at the Cross of Parallel Lines’." Director Quentin handed the script on the table to Quinn.
Gently receiving the script, the cover prominently displayed the name Mia Jacobs. As Quinn flipped through it briefly, she noticed it was filled with highly emotional scenes.
After Director Quentin shared the general plot and character relationships, he prepared to go through a simple scene with Quinn to evaluate her skills.
"Here he comes, the lead actor is here."
"The handsome blonde half-blood, finally seeing him."
Voices rose from the hall’s outer side, and Quinn looked over to see a man with golden hair, snow-white skin, a high nose bridge, and deep, charming eyes walking toward them.
Before getting a clear view of his features, Quinn recognized him—if nothing else, his snow-white skin and distinctive blonde hair were unforgettable.
Yes, it was the man who bumped into her on the commercial street yesterday.
When the man saw Quinn, he wasn’t surprised but instead smiled gently with bent eyes, just like he did with everyone else.
"Savannah, this is Mikael, who plays Asher Monroe, the male lead. A half-blood child star who grew up in Meridia, his character is a half-blood high school student living in this country." Director Quentin introduced Mikael to Quinn.
Quinn nodded, then stood up and gave Mikael a slight nod in greeting.
"How can I have such a noble and beautiful lady initiate a greeting to me?"
"Hello, I’m Mikael, your golden partner for the upcoming months, and your boyfriend who will always protect you by your side." Mikael gave Quinn a formal bow with royal etiquette.
Hearing him speak such fluent Chinese, Quinn was somewhat surprised.
The last time she heard his English, it was so authentic that she thought he might not speak Chinese or only knew a few basics. Little did she expect he spoke not only fluently but without a hint of an unusual accent.
"I’m Savannah Lowell, pleased to meet you." Quinn extended her hand, smiling softly at Mikael.
She noticed his features were exquisite and well-defined, his eyes neither blue nor black but a light amber, deep and clear, like a cat’s—mysterious and captivating.
"I look forward to your guidance, girlfriend." Mikael held Quinn’s hand gently, merely touching her fingertips, ensuring it wasn’t uncomfortable or presumptuous. This update ıs available on NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Hearing him call her girlfriend, Quinn was slightly taken aback, but soon smiled, recalling that their characters later became a couple in the movie, and Mikael had just introduced his role.
"Alright, alright, you’ll have plenty of time to get acquainted later." Seeing the pair exchange several sentences in greeting, Director Quentin shook his head in mild exasperation.
Handing another script to Mikael, Director Quentin remarked, "I was just about to go through the script with Savannah; since you’re here, why don’t you both do it together? That way, I can make time to select the other remaining roles."
Mikael took the script, placed his right hand on the opposite side of his waist, bowed slightly to the director, and said, "No problem, director. I’ll earnestly go through the script with Miss Lowell."
The director nodded in satisfaction and allowed Mikael and Quinn to move to the back to go over their script.
At that moment, Ariana Lynch sat before her computer desk in her villa room, gritting her teeth as she stared at the content on the screen.
"Savannah Lowell, you cunning woman, you’re really shameless." Sweeping everything off the table, Ariana’s eyes were already red, her face contorted to the extreme.
Damn it, turns out I’ve been played for a fool by that skank all this time.
Picking up her phone, she paced out of the room, the still-lit computer screen displaying a photo of Quinn and details about her identity.
Savannah Lowell—heiress of the prestigious Lowell Family, successor of Cloudfall Group.