Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 311 - 213: I’m Moving In Too

As she walked past the red carpet, Sarah Sutton was waiting for Maeve Lane at the end of it.

Many familiar faces were already seated, with the first few rows occupied by the current rising starlets and so well-established first-tier actors, almost always sitting in the front rows.

Behind them, however, were mostly second and third-tier celebrities who hovered in the lukewarm lilight.

Interestingly, Kylie Kendrick was also seated towards the back, and at this mont, she cast a glance at Maeve Lane.

There was a hint of envy in her eyes.

Maeve thought of sothing soone in the circle had once said.

The entertainnt industry is actually simple, not as complicated as people think.

Everyone is purely chasing fa and fortune.

And this manifests in all aspects, just like the seating arrangent now.

Maeve glanced at her own seat — Row 3, Seat 6.

Not exactly at the front, but not considered at the back either.

As she walked over, Sarah Sutton greeted various stars with familiarity and, after bringing Maeve to her seat, let down her dress train and smiled, "It’s about to start, I’ll be sitting right next to you, just call if you need anything."

"Okay."

Sarah squeezed back through the crowd.

Feeling bored, Maeve picked up a fashion magazine to read.

At this mont, a middle-aged man’s voice sounded beside her ear.

"Is this Maeve Lane?"

Maeve looked up.

Standing before her was a man in a custom Armani suit, with a ticulously tied bow tie, around forty to fifty years old, smiling amiably.

Maeve recalled for a mont but couldn’t match any face from her mory to the man before her, "And you are?"

"I’m Owen Osborne."

The business card beside Maeve had "Owen Osborne" written on it.

"Perhaps you’ll recognize this: I’m the director of ’Southern Mountain.’" Director Osborne sat beside Maeve, maintaining a well-asured social distance.

Maeve imdiately rembered, saying, "Isn’t ’Southern Mountain’s director supposed to be..."

She distinctly rembered it being soone else.

"I’m the chief director and also one of the investors," Director Osborne explained.

"This seat today was arranged because I wanted to have a good chat with you," Director Osborne smiled.

"Could it be... it was actually you who invited to the audition?"

"You could say that, but that’s not entirely accurate."

She blinked slightly, her mouth twitching, "Was it Julian Fairchild who asked you to invite ?"

She had told him so many tis.

Why is this man still like this?

"Julian Fairchild?" Director Osborne’s gaze beca sowhat aningful as he looked at Maeve, "Why did you think of him?"

"Are you two close?"

Maeve paused for a mont, maintaining her composure, "Not really, it’s just... last ti while filming, I helped Fairchild with a small favor, and he said he’d introduce to so roles."

"Oh, I see." Director Osborne didn’t pay too much mind, "It wasn’t him. Actually, it was one of our investors, who is also the original author of this film."

"The original author?"

"That’s right, she’s a bestselling author, and many people have tried to buy the rights from her, but they all failed, except for . Do you know why?"

Maeve replied, "I don’t know."

"Because the list of candidates I provided for the lead role included you."

Maeve’s eyes widened slightly.

"What do you an?"

Director Osborne took out a docunt, "When we were negotiating the collaboration, she had been firm that no one could portray the heroine in her mind, not wanting to ruin her work.

But when she saw your photo, she suddenly relented and said she could give us an audition opportunity."

"Us?"

"Yes, , and you all."

Maeve: "..."

This was the first ti she’d heard of a director needing to audition.

This original author seed to be sothing extraordinary.

Maeve raised her query, "But back then, I hadn’t even registered for the audition."

Director Osborne said, "That’s why I’m here to confirm your situation, you will definitely co for the audition, right?"

Maeve: "...Is this, acting first and reporting later?"

Director Osborne gave a cover-up cough, "You young one, how can film matters be called acting first and reporting later? This is obviously a business mind."

"So, you won’t stand up, right?"

Faced with his expectant gaze as if looking at gold, Maeve couldn’t bring herself to say no.

But in reality, she hadn’t considered not attending the audition at all.

She quite liked the script of ’Southern Mountain.’

So, Maeve nodded.

Director Osborne let out a long breath, "That’s good then."

"However, you should be ntally prepared. There are three candidates for the heroine this ti, one is you, another is the person in row one, seat three on the right. And one more person is not present today.