The Unwavering Heart That Broke novel Chapter 76

“Lance, what brings you here?”

The project manager spotted Lance and rushed over with a beaming smile.

Everyone knew The Adams Group had invested in this voiceover company, so Lance was basically their VIP. No one expected to see him here today, and the sudden visit had everyone scrambling, nervous and eager to make a good impression.

Lance looked every bit the part—tailored black suit, perfectly styled hair, every feature sharp and handsome. His eyes, long and slightly upturned, held a calm, almost distant look. With every move, he exuded a quiet kind of confidence and elegance.

His gaze drifted briefly across Nathalie before he spoke to the manager. “I was in the area and thought I’d stop by. I heard there were auditions happening today. How’d they go?”

The manager replied, “We just wrapped up. Ms. Blair here really impressed us. She really nailed the character, so we were just about to sign her.”

“Nathalie, congratulations,” Felice chimed in.

Nathalie barely reacted, her expression frosty. She couldn't believe her luck running into these two. Just her day.

But still...

Lance brought Felice with him? What was he up to? Was he trying to take the role from her again? He’d already managed it once. Was he hoping for a repeat?

She shot Lance a glare, her eyes cold and full of warning.

“Oh, really?” Lance’s tone cooled. “Funny—I didn’t hear anything myself.”

The manager hesitated, looking between them, then tried to recover. “Would you like to listen to her audition? We have a backup in the studio. If you’d like, I can play it...”

Instead, Felice just squeezed her hand tighter. “We’re sisters. Why make this so uncomfortable? Everything that happened is in the past. Can’t we start over, Nathalie?”

She sounded so small, practically begging for forgiveness, hoping Nathalie would give her another chance. Clearly, that was why Lance brought her along—Felice wanted to meet Nathalie and patch things up.

But even with Felice putting on her most vulnerable act, Nathalie’s expression didn’t budge. If anything, she only looked more closed off, her face growing darker as she stared at Felice like she was looking at a stranger.

Lance’s eyebrows pulled together. “Is the recording booth really that cramped? Do you need to be so resistant?”

Nathalie yanked her hand free. “I said no. Do I need to spell it out for you?”

Lance’s eyes grew even colder. He turned to the manager. “You haven’t signed the contract yet, right?”