Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 327 - 218: Being Maeve Lane’s Servant (Part 3)

"...No."

"Lying?"

Julian Fairchild nudged forward.

Maeve Lane’s face instantly turned red as if it were about to drip blood. She spoke a bit haltingly, "You rogue."

"Is that so? I think you like it very much."

"Nonsense."

Julian laughed softly in her ear, his voice a bit husky, "You know in your heart whether it’s nonsense."

Even the roots of Maeve Lane’s ears turned red.

Julian glanced at the ti, reluctantly providing her so distance, "It’s getting late. I rember your audition is at eight-thirty, right?"

"Mm." As soon as Maeve got her freedom, she hurriedly pushed him out, her eyes still avoiding his, as if afraid of seeing sothing that would make her more uncomfortable, "You go out, don’t disturb while I’m brushing my teeth and washing my face."

Julian’s lips curved slightly, no longer teasing her, "Mm."

Before leaving the room, he added, "I’ll be back when you return, and when you leave, I’ll leave too."

Maeve washed her face with cold water. Julian’s words echoed, reminding her of what she’d asked him earlier.

This ant he wouldn’t have a chance to et individually with Sylvia Lane.

Maeve had a newfound understanding of her possessiveness.

Upon understanding this statent, it felt as though a little devil in her heart was joyfully celebrating, proudly saying, "See, he cares about you the most, other won don’t catch his eye, now can you rest assured?"

It turns out that loving soone can really make you anxious over soone else’s words and also happy for a long ti because of his explanation.

...

The film town.

This is where Director Osborne arranged the audition for Maeve Lane.

Julian Fairchild dropped Maeve Lane off here before driving to the company.

Sarah Sutton knew the importance of this audition and had arrived early to wait for Maeve Lane.

As Maeve Lane got out of the car, she saw the two actors who would be auditioning with her this ti.

One was Stella Moss, whom she’d previously t at the awards ceremony, and the other she couldn’t na, but found sowhat familiar.

"Maeve, over here!" Sarah Sutton noticed Maeve Lane and waved at her, "Co and sit, take a break, you’re third."

Maeve nodded and sat down next to Sarah Sutton.

Sarah Sutton looked sowhat worried, "Looks like this ti it might not be easy to get the part. Maeve, do you know who the woman in the black down jacket is?"

"Who?" she asked, referring to the woman Maeve didn’t know by na.

"Her na is Mila Miller, previous winner of the Best Newcor Award. Many people think she might win the next major award," Sarah Sutton had researched her background and knew quite a bit, "She has a lead role nominated for this year’s major award, but unfortunately missed it by just a dozen votes."

"So so say she’s determined to get this audition to set her up for the next major award."

Maeve’s gaze followed Sarah Sutton’s words and fell on Mila Miller.

She had a delicate appearance, even sowhat ordinary by entertainnt industry standards, but from Sarah Sutton’s words, she’d been in the industry for several years and still exuded an innocent aura, like a pure little white flower.

A stark contrast to Stella Moss sitting beside her.

If the forr was a little white flower unsullied by the mud, then the latter could be described as a leopard lurking in the jungle.

Hiding ambition on the verge of overflowing with beautiful patterns.

"Stella Moss isn’t simple either," Sarah Sutton remarked simply, sighed softly, "Anyway, not adding pressure on you, just do your best. Although you have fewer works compared to them, your quality is high.

And didn’t Director Osborne say that the original author favored you? So just act with confidence and courage."

Maeve responded with an "Mm," and withdrew her gaze.

As she withdrew her gaze, the two also cast glances at Maeve.

"Is everyone here?" A man walked out from the room, holding a register, and after confirming that everyone was present, he continued, "We’ll start the auditions now. Follow when I call your na."

"Number 1, Stella Moss, Mila Miller, prepare for your turn."

Stella Moss removed her coat and handed it to her manager, giving Maeve a faint glance as she passed by.

As the door opened, Maeve caught sight of a few people seated below the vast stage.

The woman in the middle position was the most striking.

Even though it was just a side profile, it stirred a sense of déjà vu in Maeve’s heart.

"Do you know that woman?" Sarah Sutton also noticed, "She doesn’t seem to be from the industry, but she has such presence."

"Probably not."

Maeve shifted her gaze away.