Semua Bab Mr. Ford Is Jealous: Bab 171 - Bab 180

“Me?” Stella did not even realize he was talking to her. After she snapped back to attention, she said in disbelief, “I’m just here to accompany Ruby for the audition, and don’t have any prior experience. I definitely don’t belong to associated professions either-” The director cut her off mid-sentence, “I know, I heard about your background from the assistant. You are a dance teacher, aren’t you?” Stella nodded as the director went on, “The barriers to entry in acting is considered low. Many outstanding actors began from nothing. I was the one who groomed last year’s best male actor from scratch. He started out with zero acting experience, too.” Bradley Lane was known to be an eccentric, albeit famous director. However, having been in the industry for long, he had long learned how to sweet-talk and be persuasive. He said as convincingly as he could, “As much as the entertainment circle isn’t as aggressive as it was before, many people find a lot more things from it than from e

The time was already close to ten o’clock at night, yet Stella remained uncontactable. After a few missed calls, her phone stopped ringing. Stella had completely forgotten that Weston was still waiting for her at home. After filming the first segment, Bradley was very pleased with her performance. After pointing out a few areas of improvement, he made her do it once again based on his instructions. Stella’s first time was very raw and unrefined. After all, it was her first time acting and she did not know how to move in front of the camera. However, Bradley noticed all the expressions and feelings that she exuded during her performance. He found her very promising and noticed that she improved by leaps and bounds after the most basic guidance from him. She was one very talented actress. That was his conclusion after Stella tried for a second time. After it ended, he asked Stella how she felt. Stella had no idea about his assessment criteria and said, “I’m not too su

He was right in the middle of the crowd, and he stood out like a rose among the thorns. The entertainment industry was one that put influence and power above everything else. Everyone who looked expressionless and bored earlier now buzzed busily around Weston, sucking up and trying to please him. Stella looked on at the tall, handsome man in a black trench coat. His broad shoulders tapered to his lean waist, and his good figure certainly drew everyone’s attention. Even the male celebrities on set could not compare. His look and figure met the highest standard in the industry and was considered one of the finest men in the country. Possessing a killer aura capable of bringing down the crowd in seconds, his every move gave credence to the authority and power he wielded as a leader. Stella looked away, but could still feel his hot, searing gaze on her. Ruby was rendered speechless as she tugged Stella’s sleeve. “Ms. Steele, that man is so handsome!” Stella remained quiet and

Stella’s body trembled as her face turned pale, but she didn’t say a word. Mr. Smith had driven here to fetch Ruby. After settling Ruby in the car, Stella stood at the door and stayed outside. Mr. Smith looked at her. “Ms. Steele, aren’t you getting in?” Stella shook her head. “I still have something to attend to. Mr. Smith, please send Ruby home first.” Ruby stuck her head out of the window. “Mr. Steele, let my dad fetch you home!” Stella, smiling, replied, “I still have something else to do. Go home safe.” Although Mr. Smith’s private life wasn’t exactly clean, as Stella remembered all the arrangements he made in the private room, he knew his way around people. He said to Stella, “It’s not safe for a woman to be around so late at night. If you have nothing important, please let me send you home.” His words sounded reasonable and kind, and it was hard to associate this man with someone who objectified women. Stella shook her head with a smile. There were just too many

The living room with yellow lights was the only dimly lit spot in the mansion. Rain had started falling outside, making the night seem colder. The pitter-patter of the rain resounded loudly in the ears. Stella weakly shoved the man pinning her down. The jarring physical disparity between the male and female bodies overwhelmed her. Her eyes trembled, marred with pain and heavy resistance. As if completely oblivious to it, Weston held the back of her head and forced himself upon her. He was a very aggressive man who desired control—Stella had already experienced his yearn for domination just now. She didn’t understand—if Weston’s sense of possessiveness was so strong over his own woman, why did he allow Guinevere to be cast in the first place? From what she knew, the movie Guinevere had acted in after clinching the Best Female Actor award was littered with intimate scenes that bordered on obscene. This was probably because she was a mistress, one stripped of any say and