Lucia looked dazzlingly at the man in front of her, only feeling reassured by his mint scent.

"Nothing, the unspoken rules can't find a place, a bit sad." Her smile was bitter.

Steven was so clever that he immediately understood what was going on, and with a slight curl of his mouth, he smiled with great grace, like a fallen flower.

"You are so good-looking. If you were in the entertainment industry, all the Kings and actors would have to make way for you." When you get drunk, you tend to talk nonsense.

Steven's arms held her tightly, laughing with great interest. "Is that all? What an idiot! I gave you a business card and didn't know how to use it."

It seems she's very wary of herself.

Steven opened a room with Lucia in his arms, carefully covered her with the quilt, and bent down to kiss her on the forehead.

Rest well, I'll take care of everything.

There seemed to be a man's magnetic voice beside her, and Lucia opened her eyes to look at the expensive chandelier above her head and sat up in terror.

The first thing that catches the eye is a man's tall and imposing figure, Steven.

She wished she could find a hole to hide in, to be caught by the same man, a man of good looks, wealth and background, and to cry to herself.

"Sorry to have caused you trouble." Lucia lowered her beautiful eyes. She was indeed in a bad mood. It would have been bad to be scolded by others, but it was really bad to be called a despicable peripheral girl by her own mother.

"It's really a bit of trouble." Steven rested his chin in one hand as if he were thinking about a very difficult problem, but he didn't seem to be bothered at all and was enjoying it.

Lucia felt even more guilty after being told this by the handsome guy. "What compensation do you want? I'll agree to anything."

Hearing this, Steven recognized Indira and thought for a moment, his dark eyes showing no emotion. "If you really want to repay me, just go to a dinner party with me."

"Are you sure I'll dress like this to accompany you to the dinner party?" She was looking for a house today, so she casually wore a denim suit, imagining a group of men and women in evening gowns drinking and toasting each other. Her look was probably... She's going to be the center of attention.

It was only after thirty minutes that Lucia understood Steven's intention, because on her left was the director of "The Longest Song", and in the distance were the big and small villains like Faye and Kiera.

Could it be that Steven was so considerate that he wanted to give her a farewell dinner before leaving? The character is gone, but having a meal is fine too.

Steven sat above, silent. Even so, his tough air made the director and the screenwriter tremble, almost unable to hold the cup.

"I heard you're going to change the actress for Princess Nan Ting? Why hasn't anyone informed me?" Steven spoke with a half-smile, a sharp tone that made one shudder.

The director was both startled and scared, but still forced himself to speak, "That Mr. Steven... The other investors unanimously decided that Miss Faye would be more suitable for the role of Princess Nan Ting."

He was also helpless and desperate, getting inexplicably drawn into the big boss's feud. In fact, he was just a director.

"Faye?" Steven rummaged through the name in his mind, and Faye, seeing herself being called by Mr. Steven, looked cheerful but heard, "That facial paralysis who can't even speak the lines?"

People: "..."

Faye's smile froze at the corners of her mouth before it could bloom, facial paralysis? For the first time someone said she had facial paralysis when acting.

You know, many directors and senior colleagues have praised her as a rising star of the future. But this Mr. Steven actually looks down upon his acting skills. Doesn't he even know that he represents House of Chandler?

Steven looked straight at the director with cold eyes and was always blunt in his words. "The entertainment industry has regressed these years. All kinds of cats and dogs can act. I really like the character of Princess Nan Ting, and I don't want some... A bad actress ruined her.

Miss Lucia was clearly a better fit for the role, with much better looks, poise and acting skills than some of the pretentious little stars. Besides, isn't Miss Lucia made through fair competition?"

"Yes, yes." The director respectfully agreed, bowing to the bigwigs, but in his heart he grumbled.

It's strange. When did the entertainment industry start to lose the popularity of leading roles and instead rush for supporting roles?

When did a third female lead become a highly sought-after commodity?

Is he out of date?

Faye gritted her teeth in anxiety, her pretty face distorted a little. "I don't agree, Mr. Steven, you are blatantly biased."

It's always him who takes the part of others. When will it be Lucia's turn to take her role?

"Are you questioning my decision?" Steven said coldly, a fierce look flashing across his eyes.

It was this one look that made Faye tremble with fear, but thinking of her future, she still forced herself to speak, "...Mr. Steven, please treat every actor fairly."

The abominable Lucia somehow clung to such a rich man, who was willing to stand against her and herself.

"Fair?" "Miss Faye's face is thicker than a city wall," Steven sneered. "It's an insult to say these words from your mouth. If you don't mind, just watch the video and compare it... Fair... Acting."

As soon as she finished speaking, Faye's face turned pale, her heart filled with shock and fear, and a thin layer of sweat oozed from her palm.

Oh no, she forgot that this audition was filmed. If everyone knew, she would put on one face and another behind the scenes, and the good image she had built up over the years would be ruined.

"No need. I'm just... Since Mr. Steven thinks Lucia is more suitable for the role, I think there must be reasons for you." Faye spoke timidly, as if she had been bullied.

Lucia looked at Faye's frail appearance like a white lotus and sneered, wanting to pretend to be pitiful. "I'm fine. Director, please show the video so that everyone can see if I'm really..." "Fair play."

Before Faye could speak, her voice was drowned out by the crowd.

"Miss Faye, don't be afraid. We're all here. Just watch the video and you'll understand.

"Yes, the truth can't be concealed."

"Who is the real third female lead? We are no laymen and can tell at a glance."

Faye's face was deathly pale, and the fake smile at the corner of her mouth was about to give out. Don't let it go, let it go, it's all over.

But the director doesn't sympathize with Faye. If she hadn't insisted on doing something special and using House of Chandler's power to interfere, she wouldn't have lost face.

Steven gave his assistant a hint, and Alan quickly retrieved two clips of the audition.

One was Faye and the other Lucia.

"I'm Faye, and the character I'm auditioning for today is ..."

Faye suddenly closed her eyes and couldn't hear the rest of the content. She knew she was done.

"Oh my goodness, Miss Faye actually wanted to be the heroine, wasn't she supposed to play Princess Wendy?"

"If you want to be the leading lady, just say it. What's the point of pretending? I hate this kind of woman who acts one way on the surface and another behind the scenes."

The women who had been defending Faye just now felt a sudden pain in their faces and wished they could bury their heads in the ground, and the atmosphere fell into an awkward moment.

Indira blinked her eyes and broke the deadlock with a sweet voice.

"Wow, is this Lucia? This acting is just amazing."

"Really, it's like a textbook version of acting. I'm really a fan of it." "

"Lucia has improved so much. She's going to become famous and get autographs."

In just a few minutes, the status of the two was reversed in everyone's mind, and even the director was disappointed with Faye. Although the face is important, to become a significant actor, one has to work hard step by step on acting skills, rather than constantly thinking about how to frame others.

This Faye... It's hard to go any longer.

"Now, are there any questions?" " Steven said in a low voice, "Miss Faye, you're not auditioning for Princess Wendy. What right do you have to take someone's role? Your act of acting one way in front of you and another behind your back is really disgraceful to Mr.Otto."

"I'm sorry. I really like this show, so I really want to stay in this production. I'm sorry." Faye wept pitifully, her hands on her knees clenched into fists.

Lucia, it's my fault this time. There's plenty of time and I don't believe I can hold you down.

Really? Let's wait and see.

Catching the envy, Lucia took the initiative to provoke, then completely ignored Faye and joined the ranks of foodies.

As she left, Lucia was in a good mood. She checked the nearby subway on Map. She had just managed to move to her new home today and wanted to hurry back and tidy up.

"I'll see you off. Get on the train." Steven, holding an umbrella to shield her from the rain, stopped a Porsche in front of her.

Lucia held her breath. Was he about himself... A little too nice.

She looked up at the downpour above her head and the message on her phone saying "It's just a 20-minute walk to the nearest subway station."

Yes or no? That's a question.