Chapter 177

Everyone in the room fell silent at his words.

No one dared to breathe, not knowing what Weston really meant. Was that a casual question, or did he
have an opinion on that?

There was nothing Bradley hadn’t seen before in the entertainment industry, not to mention the many
corporate leaders who often sucked up to him.

He was deemed a cash cow, with most of his shows garnering critical acclaim and raking in the big
bucks at the box office. He could guarantee them millions in returns, which certainly made him
someone they had to woo and please,

Weston, however, was different.

Given his status and position, there was no need for him to bow to anyone.

Bradley asked, “Mr. Ford, you are here today for…?”

He had a kind and warm smile on his face, in stark contrast with how he lost his temper on set earlier.

Weston looked at him. “Director Lane, since when did you become interested in casting non
professionals in your movies? I thought that with your high expectations, you would set your standards
a tad higher.”

His tone was rather flat, and it was difficult to tell the hidden meaning behind his words.

Bradley knew that it was tough to try to guess what Weston meant by that, and so he decided to be
frank instead, “Ms. Cohen probably told this to you before; ‘There was one female actress previously in



the cast whom she was not happy with, as Ms. Colien felt like she did not manage to capture the
essence of the supporting role. We are about to fly overseas for framing, and we must decide on the
actress for this supporting role before we do that. We don’t have much time left, and we couldn’t find
anyone suitable. Coincidentally, Ms. Steele brought Ruby over for an audition, and I found her look and
aura very suitable for the role, which is why I got her to try out a scene.” He paused for a moment and
explained to Weston, “Mr. Ford, don’t worry. Given my professional eye for detail, I won’t let a lousy
actress act alongside Ms. Cohen.”



He thought that Weston must be here for Guinevere. The mere mention of Guinevere’s name, however,
sent waves of irony through Stella’s heart. Instead of responding directly to Bradley’s explanation,
Weston walked toward the cameras and said, “I’m rather curious as to how a first-timer would
perform?”

Stella clenched her firsts, unable to read what was going on in his mind.

Bradley naturally wouldn’t reject Weston’s request, and he replayed Stella’s audition from earlier as he
stood on one side and observed the look on Weston’s face.

He explained, “Things are not fully confirmed at this stage, I simply made Ms. Steele try out the scene.
However, her performance was much more impressive than a few other professional actresses who
tried out earlier.”

Weston’s brows furrowed. “Impressive? She couldn’t even get her lines right.” The sudden criticism
made everyone catch their breath as they turned to look at Stella. Some of them even looked eager to
enjoy what looked to be an exciting show. In a place like this, no one would bother celebrating your
wins. Instead, they would look upon another person’s good fortune with envy and jealousy.



The opportunity that Stella was presented with made many green with envy.

They had been in the crew for so long, enduring dirty looks and menial tasks, before they were able to
land themselves an insignificant role.

Stella, on the other hand, chanced upon such a valuable audition opportunity when she was merely
passing by. Many people were in fact gleeful at Weston’s merciless remark.

They had nothing against Stella personally, just that they did not like seeing something so fortunate
happening to people other than themselves. Bradley understood what Weston meant, but wanted to try
fighting for the chance, “Mr. Ford, may I know what the issue is?”

The man stood up and said, “Let professionals do what they are supposed to do.”

With that, he turned around to leave.

When he passed by Stella, he said in a volume that only she could hear, “Come with me.”


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