His Beloved Mate
Chapter 76 Didn't She Want To Lose Face

After the director stopped, Betty came out of her trance. She glanced at Mr. Dylan and asked with a smile, "Mr. Dylan, what do you think?"

'What? I'm the author. Why didn't you ask me about it?!' Didn't she want to lose face?

Dylan said, "Not bad."

Her eyes glittered with excitement. And that kind of light could not be performed. Cassie stole a glance at Dylan from the corner of her eye. Although he said it sounded good, his eyes were full of praise. Cassie couldn't help but frown. Seeing the subtle change in her mood, Betty chuckled in her heart and asked, "What do you think, Mrs. Dylan?"

Although Cassie didn't want to admit it, she had to admit that Betty's acting skill was good enough to win in the showgirls.

Betty smiled, "In that case, I'll wait for the good news. I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation."

"... Okay."

Cassie answered her perfunctorily. She was so confident. The capitalist just said a good word to her. Was she so happy? If she really took the lead, would they celebrate?

Then Betty turned around and walked out of the hall. Looking down at his watch, Dylan said, "It's about time. I'm going to have a meeting. You can see it by yourself. Tell the director the list of candidates after you finish seeing it."

Cassie nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

Dylan left. The staff continued to call the number. The rest of them were not good at acting. They either cried hysterically or were too calm to move people.

"... No. 62."

The staff called the number, but no one answered. Three minutes later, a little girl in white shirt and jeans ran in, panting. The director asked impatiently, "Why are you so late?"

The little girl muttered, "I'm sorry. I was stuck in a traffic jam, so I came here now."

At the sight of her, Cassie suddenly remembered the time when she worked in the hotel as a summer worker. The manager scolded her when she was late. She said slowly, "Well, since you are here, let's start the audition. Please introduce yourself."

Hearing this, the director smiled and said, "Yes, yes."

Then he turned to the little girl and scolded, "Why don't you introduce yourself now?"

The little girl looked at Cassie and introduced herself generously, "Hello, Mrs. Dylan. My name is Nicki Nie. I'm 26 years old."

After introducing herself, she signed up for a few more works that were not famous. Finally, she said with a smile, "Let me tell you a secret. I've read the original work of 100 Days of Sweet Love. It's very wonderful! I like both Sampson and Rafael."

Seeing her accosting, the director scolded before she could finish her words, "What are you doing?! Are you here for an audition or for a chat?!"

"Of course I'm here for an audition. I just chatted with you for a while," said Nicki Nie in a low voice.

Cassie chuckled, "Well, stop scolding her, director. Let's begin."

Nicki Nie nodded knowingly and began to perform under the camera.

At one minute and fifteen seconds, Cassie said before the director. She shouted, "Cut!"

Nicki Nie was nervous, and she looked at Cassie, "What's wrong? Am I..."

Cassie had heard before that a real actress would shine under the camera. She didn't believe it at first, but after watching the performance of Nicki Nie, she believed it.

Originally, Betty did perform well. But after seeing the understanding of Nicki Nie, she performed better. Her sadness could be felt without music.

Cassie smiled, "No, you did a good job. You are the Rafael in my heart."

Hearing this, Nicki Nie's eyebrows were filled with joy. She smiled and said, "Really?!"

Hearing that, the director looked a little embarrassed. He stepped forward and persuaded, "Mrs. Dylan... We have made a deal with Chester before that as long as Betty comes to audition, Rafael is her role. It's difficult for us to change it like this."

Frowning, Cassie asked the director, "Do I have the right to make a decision?"

The director hurriedly said, "Of course you have the right to make decisions. But..."

Before the director could finish his words, Cassie interrupted, "That's it. I'll tell the rest to Dylan when I go back."

The director didn't dare to say anything more. He just smiled and said, "Well, okay."

After all, everyone in the city knew that Mrs. Dylan was the apple of Mr. Dylan's eye. Since she had spoken up, he didn't oppose her. If Mrs. Dylan was unhappy, Mr. Dylan would definitely gave him a hard time

Downstairs of the hotel

Nicki Nie was surprised and asked, "Mrs. Dylan, are you sure I can act the heroine?"

Cassie smiled, "Why not? Or do you have no confidence in your acting skills?"

"No, no. It's just that I used to play some servant girls, and then the background. The biggest role I played was the group play of special guests, and it was also a role that was sank into the pond after ten sentences," said Nicki Nie.

Cassie said, "Have some confidence in yourself, okay? Where was your momentum when you quarreled with the director in the auditorium?"

Nicki Nie said, "Mrs. Dylan, I just heard from the director that this role was supposed to be played by Betty. Will it be bad if you give me this role?"

Cassie answered, "It's okay. If he doesn't agree... Humph!"

Cassie curled her lips and snorted in a somewhat cute way. Seeing that, Nicki Nie couldn't help laughing and said, "Mrs. Dylan... you are very cute."

Cassie said, "Don't call me Mrs. Dylan anymore. Just call me Cassie. Everyone calls me Mrs. Dylan. I'm so depressed. I'm only 22 years old. I'm much older than before when I hear this."

With a smile, Nicki Nie said, "Okay, I'll go now."

Cassie nodded and Cheryl opened the door for her. Then Cassie got on the car.

Cheryl asked, "Wow, is it really appropriate for you to decide the heroine without discussing with Mr. Dylan?"

Cassie said, "I'm the original author. No one knows better than me who is suitable and who is not."

In fact, she had her own selfish motive. She wanted to know what expression would be if Dylan knew that Betty couldn't play the role.

It seemed that the relationship between Betty and Dylan was not simple at all.

Ah, why did she think of the capitalist and Betty again. If it went on like this, she would probably go crazy.

She threw her bag aside helplessly. Seeing that, Cheryl frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you sighing?"☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐