Heartstrings On Fire ( Jared and Anita )
Chapter 67

Chapter 67

A girl next to Beatrice said, “Beatrice, you’re such a troublemaker. That’s the meeting room of the director 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 terrible 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 people sitting in the room. What was going on? In front of this bunch of people was a big screen, playing auditions from another room. Hearing the noise at the door, everyone turned to look at Agnes. Agnes stood still for a moment 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 glasses 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 satisfactory audition yet.”

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

Agnes was completely 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 contract and get the script this afternoon.”

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

Agnes explained, “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 replace someone.”

“Who are you looking for?”

“She’s here to replace me.” A deep and magnetic 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 glass door, it seemed completely isolated.

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 accident last time.

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 greatly admire.”

Hearing this, Agnés immediately understood.