President’s Sweet Wife novel Chapter 377

With that in mind, she said politely, “Hi, I’m here for the audition. I’m Laura Davies.”

Laura’s fame in the industry wasn’t particularly big, but it wasn’t particularly small, either. As an actress, she was somewhere between the second and third tiers.

It was her low-profile behavior, coupled with the fact that most of the shows she took were internal resources from Annie International, that meant people outside and inside entertainment circles didn’t know too much about her.

The fat man on the table lifted his head briefly and shot her a sidelong glance, nodding muddlingly.

“Alright, have a seat! It’ll be your turn soon.”

“Okay.”

Laura found a chair at the side and sat down. Those two girls followed the director to the bedroom in the inside, leaving only her and the cameraman there.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

She didn’t know why, but the moment she set foot in this room, she’d felt something was off.

It was strange.

She looked at the smoking cameraman, who blew a smoke bubble and smiled at her.

“Nervous?”

Laura blinked. “Eh?”

The cameraman grinned. “I know you. You acted in some good shows.”

“Oh, ha ha. Thank you for the compliment.”

Laura didn’t know what to say and even her smile was a bit unnatural. After a brief pause, she asked curiously, “Are they auditioning in there?”

“Yeah.”

“Why aren’t you going in, then? Don’t you need to film them?”

“I don’t.”

The cameraman’s reply was terse and he clearly didn’t intend to say too much about it.

Laura was left both anxious and curious. She felt like something was wrong, but couldn’t ask it outright.

Ten or so minutes passed, and the two girls finally came out.

Because it was summer, both of them were only in simple shirts. When they emerged, they looked a little disheveled.

One of the girls was blushing bright red. As she walked outside, she was busy rearranging her clothes. Both of the girls looked embarrassed and hasty as they hurried to leave.

Laura was looking on dubiously as the director’s voice rang out from the bedroom.

“You, come in!”

Laura shot a look at the cameraman and confirmed from his gaze that he was calling for her before replying yes and walking in.

It was dark inside the bedroom, with the drapes pulled shut, and only a dim yellow lamp lighting the place.

The director was slouching on a sofa chair in the corner, his legs crossed, puffing on a cigarette.

Seeing her come in, he waved, squinted at her and said, “Strip!”

“Huh?”

Laura froze.

Seeing that, the director frowned, dissatisfied.

“What are you doing standing there? Strip! How would I know if you have the right figure if you don’t? The female lead has a lot of swimsuit scenes. Your figure matters a lot.”

Laura reacted and instantly understood why the girls had been blushing as they went out.

She went red too and stammered, “Could – could I not…”

The director’s frown deepened.