A girl next to Beatrice said, “Beatrice, you’re such a troublemaker. That’s the meeting room of the direct


    or and scriptwriter, isn’t she just asking for trouble by barging in there?”


    “Yeah,


    I heard the big boss and investors are there today. The director of this TV show is Zoe, and he’s got a t


    errible temper. She will definitely be kicked


    out.”


    Beatrice replied, “Exactly, I want her to embarrass herself. She thinks she can audition for the lead role


    ? Dream on, she’s way too cocky”


    Agnes walked straight into the meeting room. But after two steps, Agnes stopped. There was a row of p


    eople sitting in the


    room. What was going on? In front of this bunch of people was a big screen, ying auditions from ano


    ther room. Hearing the noise at the door, everyone turned to look at Agnes. Agnes stood still for a mom


    ent and quickly apologized, “Sorry, I entered the wrong room.” She was about to turn around and leave


    “Hold on.”


    Agnes stopped in her tracks, a middle–


    aged man had quickly walked up to her. He looked Agnes up and down, seerning pleasantly surprised,


    nodding while saying, “Tess, look, doesn’t she look like your character, Sylvia?”


    Then a woman with


    thick sses also walked over, looking at Agnes as if she had found a treasure: “She’s got the


    right temperament and good looks. Director Zoe, your eye for talent is really good, we haven’t had a sat


    isfactory audition yet.”


    Director Zoe pped his thigh and said, “Let’s go with her, she’s our Cindere”


    Agnes waspletely stunned, could anyone tell her what on earth they were talking about?


    Director Zoe turned around and asked, “What’s your name? If there’s no problem, we can sign the cont


    ract and get the script this afternoon.”


    Although Agnes didn’t quite understand what was happening, she knew these people must have misun


    derstood something.


    Agnes exined, “I’m not here for the audition, you’ve got the wrong idea.”


    “If you’re not here for the audition, then what are you here for?”


    “I’m here to find someone.”


    “Who are you looking for?”


    “She’s here to find me.” A deep and maic male voice came from not far away.


    Agnes looked over; it was a man in a suit with a remarkable presence.


    The man walked up to Agnes and said, “Miss Agnes?”


    Agnes nodded, not knowing how this man knew her name.


    “Please follow me.” The man led Agnes out of the room.


    Agnes followed the man to the balcony at the end of the corridor, attracting countless gazes along the


    way.


    As she walked past Beatrice, everyone had an incredulous expression on their faces.


    In the short distance of a few dozen meters, there were expressions of shock, envy, and jealousy


    The girls looked at the man, their eyes filled with admiration and shyness–even some fear.


    The balcony was very quiet; separated from the corridor by a ss door, it seemedpletely isted


    .


    Agnes was the first to break the silence: “Are you Mr. Ivan?”


    The man reached out his hand and said, “I’m Ivan; nice to meet you, Miss Agnes.”


    Agnes reached out her hand to shake his, then asked, “How did you know my name?”


    Agnes remembered that she didn’t tell him her name during the car identst time.


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    The man replied, “You’re Preston Pritchard’s daughter; of course I would know.”


    When her father was mentioned, Agnes hesitated for a moment.


    The man straightforwardly said, “I’m the CEO of Century Entertainment; Preston was a predecessor I g


    reatly admire.”


    Hearing this, Agnés immediately understood.