the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 162: Inspection in Berlin Tomorrow

Bartholow stood at the doorway, noticing that Delphine’s makeup was heavier than usual, which accentuated her already exquisite features. His heartbeat quickened slightly as he softly said, "Delphine, I received an invitation for an interview from A dia back ho. I was wondering if you’d like to join ?"

Bartholow had always been a second-tier actor dostically, unable to compete with the trending idols nor the seasoned veterans. He had remained in a state of diocrity for years.

This sudden surge in fa led to the groundbreaking invitation from A dia for an interview, and his first instinct was to pull Delphine along.

"Thank you, but interviews are usually arranged by Kyla," Delphine replied with a slight smile.

Kyla Zamora, who was inspecting the dress Delphine would wear for the opening ceremony, chuckled briskly and said, "Interviews with A dia tend to lean towards entertainnt fluff. Delphine isn’t quite suited for that type of thing."

Bartholow sheepishly scratched his head and laughed heartily. "Then we won’t bother. Delphine’s personality is so calm; who knows how they might trouble her if she goes."

"Co on, let’s go check out Theodore’s current styling," Jason said with mock disdain as he pulled Bartholow away, instinctively wanting to shield the delicate cabbage in the field from being uprooted by an outsider pig.

At two in the afternoon, everyone prepared to set off for the opening ceremony of the film festival.

The creative team attending this ti consisted of eleven people, spread across three vehicles. The journey from the hotel to the venue should have taken only one hour, but the group managed to stretch it into two. By the ti they arrived outside the venue for the opening ceremony, it was already four o’clock.

"I’ve never seen so many celebrities in my life," Jason said, almost faint with excitent. Being aware of his identity as a Chinese national, he made an effort to maintain decorum and restrained himself to suppressed squeals.

Even Kyla, who had worked with nurous A-list stars, couldn’t hide her own excitent. After all, this was an international film festival—everyone attending was a world-class figure.

"Delphine, rember to walk slowly on the red carpet later, and just smile gently," Kyla spent the entire journey emphasizing the pointers. The young woman had never walked a red carpet before, and Kyla couldn’t help but worry.

Delphine nodded. Truthfully, she was sowhat terrified. The sheer number of people overwheld her; she disliked being the center of attention. Yet, this was the path she had chosen—co what may, she had to see it through.

"Oh my God, Albin McDonald is walking the red carpet now. He looks even more handso in real life than on TV!"

"Oh my gosh, Norbert Evelyn is here too. I grew up watching his movies!" Jason exclaid in an excited yet muted voice.

Jason kept chattering in wide-eyed amazent.

Delphine held her breath until she saw Theodore Hughes stepping onto the red carpet ahead of her. Taking a deep breath, she followed behind him, pacing herself carefully.

At international film festivals like these, mainstream dia reporters were often snobbish and pragmatic, giving little regard to Eastern faces. After photographing the famous directors walking ahead, they stopped and relaxed upon noticing unfamiliar Eastern individuals following.

"Oriental beauty!" Soone called out suddenly. The crowd turned their gaze to see an approaching Eastern woman—with no flamboyant or attention-seeking attire, nor a jarring hairstyle.

Her delicate features and skin as fair as ivory were complented by a nude, off-the-shoulder gown that trailed in flowing, cloudlike folds as she walked. She exuded an air of mystery and elegance.

Soone clicked their cara first, and soon, rapid shutters filled the air.

On the far side of the ocean, in the Lix Manor, an exceptionally handso man sat watching the live broadcast. Seeing how his girl was surrounded by a pack of wolves, his lips pressed into a tight line, and he made an overseas call.

"Co to Berlin for inspection tomorrow," the man said coldly.

Theodore’s fourth advisor, stationed in Berlin, was so shocked that he dropped the phone onto his foot.