A van stopped by the roadside, just in ti to see the rolling footage playing on the big screen at the mall. The woman sitting in the back seat twisted her pretty face with jealousy and snorted coldly, saying with envy, "It’s always Baron Lawrence and Lyle Westbrook. Humph, she wouldn’t have so many people chasing her if she weren’t Miss of the Habsden Family, being plain-looking and all."
The driver, who moonlights as her temporary manager, silently refutes in his heart that when Young Master Lawrence was pursuing her, Enna Clark was not a First Young Lady of the Habsden Family but rely an illegitimate daughter in Linton City.
Miranda Lewis knew this too, but she couldn’t control the jealousy burning inside her, her eyes blazing with fire, wishing she were the person on the big screen.
If only she also had an extraordinary diamond man pursuing her, how could she have ended up like this?
She frowned disdainfully, complaining, "It’s so hot, isn’t the air conditioning on in the car?"
"...Sister Nana, it’s not like you don’t know that we rented the cheapest RV. This old model doesn’t have built-in air conditioning, only engine-driven cooling when turned on."
Miranda’s body stiffened.
Her fingers clutched the script tightly.
She had forgotten she was no longer one of the company’s most favored artists. She was now isolated by the entire company, deliberately on ice by them. Those benefactors who used to sweet-talk her had all changed after hearing Baron Lawrence had cold-shouldered her, acting like strangers once their pants were on.
The driver kept on muttering complaints, "Sister Nana, you must get the role in the script today. If you don’t start working, the little money you give will soon be unable to even rent the cheapest RV. Then you’ll have to take my Volkswagen to the studio for auditions..."
Nowadays, even lowest tier newcors rarely ride anything less than a Land Rover to studio auditions. If she really went with the Volkswagen, she would definitely be laughed to death.
Miranda gritted her teeth, glared at him furiously, lifted her chin slightly, and said, "What’s there to be afraid of! I’ve already got an entry ticket to the Panda Show, and that from Prada. Just wait till the press release cos out online in two days; I’ll definitely be back in the lilight with this popularity boost!"
She lifted her head and again glanced at the rolling reports on the big screen, her teeth clenching tightly with envy as she steadfastly stared at Enna Clark on the screen. Without turning her head, she asked the driver, "Did you manage to book the appointnt with the plastic surgeon I asked for?"
"I did, he’s available at six o’clock this afternoon."
"Alright then, start driving. I want to finish the audition before six o’clock and get over there. Rember not to wander around later, wait for right outside the studio. As soon as I get out, we’ll head over."
"...I still have to pick up other artists this afternoon; this isn’t very convenient, Sister Nana."
Miranda arrogantly said, "I’ll give you an extra 75 dollars; find a friend to pick up the others! How can those newbies compare with ?"
The driver glanced disdainfully at her in the rear-view mirror.
dollars.
She really has the nerve.
Which celebrity these days only gives 75 dollars for overti pay, treating soone like a beggar on the street.
Being so stingy, yet addicted to plastic surgery—it seems she won’t make a coback this lifeti!
Forget it.
Endure it for a few more days, until that show next week; if she doesn’t make any progress then, he won’t bother to serve her! The sooner he can change clients, the sooner he can rise up!
The car started again, heading towards a certain studio...
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