Chapter 95


    When Astrid spoke, all heads turned towards Fannie.


    Fannie sat there nervously, her face painted with an awkward yet polite smile.


    If she could, she’d love to jump up andsh out at Astrid. But she had to keep her cool in public.


    Clearly, Astrid knew that Fannie had intentionally set her up to be called on stage, and now she was


    trying to embarrass her.


    She and Noreen usually chatted over WhatsApp; how the heck did Astrid learn about this?


    Does Astrid have some sort of psychic power or something?


    Noreen, clueless about the real deal, thought that Fannie and Astrid were actual buddies, so she


    quickly handed a microphone to Fannie.


    Staring at the microphone in front of her, Fannie didn’t know whether to take it or not.


    Seeing everyone’s eyes on her, she finally took the microphone and managed to say with a forced


    smile. “Don’t thank me; it’s your talent that’s making everyone’s jaws drop.” Astrid retorted. “Quit


    ying modest; if it weren’t for your heads up to the host, my low profile wouldn’t have caught anyone’s


    eye!”


    The moment these words came out, Elio and Orion’s faces dropped.


    Every charity g would invite people onstage and they were always some big-shot celebs. It was


    weird when the host called Astrid, but now it all clicked.


    So it was Fannie who was up to no good.


    She wanted to set up Astrid but ended up shooting herself in the foot.


    Astrid said a few words on stage and then stepped down.


    The crowd erupted in apuse and Astrid graciously acknowledged it with a smile.


    She wasposed and bnced, neither arrogant nor inferior.


    Locke trailed behind her like a little sidekick, his face stered with a goofy grin, looking like a total


    dork. “I’m Locke; can I get your autograph?”


    Astrid chuckled, “Sure thing.”


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    The moment she said that, Locke immediately shed his coat and let Astrid sign his white shirt.


    Locke got the autograph and treasured it like a prized possession. He returned to his seat with a


    straight back, afraid to touch the signature on his back.


    His antics stirredughter from the crowd.


    Just as Astrid stepped off the stage, a middle-aged man approached with a smile, “Ms. Irvine, I’m Otto,


    a director. Can we have a private chat?”


    Since the g was ongoing, Otto gestured for Astrid to move aside to avoid disturbing the event.


    Astrid recognized him; he was one of her favorite directors.


    “Sure, lead the way.” Astrid graciously stepped aside, letting Otto take the lead.


    Seeing her politeness, Otto’s impression of her improved further.


    Upon reaching the emergency exit, Otto immediately handed Astrid his business card, “Ms. Irvine, I


    have a movie project about magic that I’ve been nning for two years but haven’t found the right


    leadingdy. After watching your performance today, I think you’re a perfect fit. So, I’d like to invite you


    for an audition.”


    Otto was a responsible director who had discovered many new talents. He always judged each actor


    without bias. Astrid might not be a big name, but everyone starts somewhere, right?