The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 28

She bit her lip, agonizing over it for a solid minute before finally tapping out a reply.

[I'm so sorry, Grandpa Sterling, I completely missed your message... Please send me Mr. Sterling's contact card, and I'll add him.]

A cute sticker instantly popped up in response, followed by a voice note of Old Mr. Sterling laughing heartily.

"No problem at all! I'll send it right over. You young folks need to communicate more anyway. It's a great chance to build some chemistry."

Right below it was a contact recommendation.

SS.

The profile picture was pitch black, and there was no bio whatsoever. He practically radiated an unapproachable aura through the screen.

Vivian curled her lip and tapped to send a friend request.

It was accepted almost instantly, but the other side didn't offer a single word of greeting.

Fine... She had long heard that Silas Sterling was wildly moody, ruthlessly decisive, and incredibly calculating. Naturally, he wouldn't be the friendly type.

But Vivian had a soft spot for difficult people.

The more aloof the prize, the more she wanted to drag it down from its pedestal just to see what it was made of.

With a guy like this, making the first move wouldn't kill her.

[Hi, I'm Vivian.]

The message was sent into the void, completely ignored.

Right before bed, Vivian checked her phone one last time. Still not even a punctuation mark in response.

Tsk.

Was he really that arrogant?

Beyond mere irritation, an odd, competitive spark flared in her chest, making her completely forget one crucial fact—

Silas Sterling was blind. He couldn't even read the text she'd sent.

Vivian practically cursed the man to sleep.

Early the next morning, a frantic ringtone jolted her awake.

She blindly grabbed the phone and dragged it to her ear, her voice hoarse. "Hello."

"Vivian, get your ass home right now!"

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