Chapter 17
“Your name’s Miranda, right?” the director, surprisingly pleased, actually smiled as he spoke to Miranda,
Miranda returned his smile. “Yes.”
The director nodded approvingly. “Not bad. Are you a doctor? Because you don’t look like you’re acting at all.”
Obviously, he was joking. Miranda, so young and beautiful, looked more like she was fresh out of college than someone in medical world.
And the charisma and presence she exuded were not something you’d expect from someone so young. So, he was quite sure Miranda was just a natural.
Miranda simply shrugged. Sometimes, saying nothing was the best policy, a wisdom she understood well.
Arabella shot Miranda a venomous glare and turned to the director to complain. “Director, it was supposed to be my turn. She purposely jumped ahead. Shouldn’t there be consequences for someone who doesn’t follow the rules and tries to steal the spotlight?”
Miranda raised an eyebrow. “Weren’t you the one who cut in line? I believe it was my turn. So, if we’re talking about someone who doesn’t follow the rules and wants to steal the spotlight, isn’t that you?”
Arabella was momentarily at a loss for words, her face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and anger, because Miranda was right.
“I… I didn’t,” Arabella insisted stubbornly.
“Alright, let’s not waste any more time. Next,” the director said impatiently.
Reluctantly, Arabella replied, “Alright,” and after one last glare at Miranda, she went off to prepare.
Miranda casually strolled to the side, took off her jacket, and tossed it into the nearby clothing basket.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her wrist.
Theo had gripped her wrist tightly, scolding her in a cold voice. “You dared to take Arabella’s spot? How shameless of you. Are you so desperate for attention?”
Just then, someone else walked over from the other side.
“Mr. Ashcroft, this way. The director is holding auditions today, so it might be a bit noisy.”
But as they approached, they caught sight of the scene unfolding.
The crew members exchanged awkward glances. “Hey,– isn’t that the Blackwell family’s son?”
Unbelievable, right in the middle of the crew. How audacious.
Elian’s eyes narrowed as they landed on Miranda. He raised his hand slightly, signaling those around him to hold their tongues.
He leaned casually against the wall, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as if he were watching a particularly entertaining show.
Miranda frowned, looking at her reddened wrist. With her free hand, she grabbed the nearby water bottle and hurled it at Theo’s face with all her might!
Theo let out a pained cry, immediately covering his face.
The bottle clattered to the floor, leaving a large red mark on Theo’s face, with blood trickling from his temple.
Most of the crew’s attention was on Arabella’s performance, so not many noticed the altercation.
However, the actors and staff nearby had witnessed everything firsthand. They were all too stunned to speak.
Was this woman crazy? She actually dared to hit Mr. Blackwell?!
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“Miranda, have you lost your mind?” Theo stared at Miranda in disbelief. “You really hit me?”
Miranda flexed her hand that was gripped just now, and uttered nonchalantly, “Sorry, when a mongrel bites me I get scared.”
Theo touched his temple and, seeing the blood on his hand, his expression turned even colder,
“You should never have been let out,” he said icily. “Is this your twisted way of trying to get my attention again? Well, let me tell you, not only are you going about it the wrong way, but you’re also going to pay for this Theo had initially thought Miranda’s degenerate behavior was caused by him, and he’d felt a twinge of guilt.
But she had gone too far!
To pity someone so reprehensible was to be a fool. Someone with no morals and no boundaries deserved to be punished!
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