Unmasking the Heiress (Evangeline and Walte) novel Chapter 305

Chapter 305 

Truth be told, the whole prayer thing was just an excuse to get out and clear their heads from all this drama. 

“Deal! If I can score a better match, I’ll ditch this crush, it’s not like there’s a guy shortage, right? Why should I, Roslyn, get stuck on just one dude?” 

The girls were on the same page in a heartbeat. They just needed to find the right time. 

Roslyn’s phone buzzed, and with a single glance, her bubbly expression tanked. 

“Evie, my agent’s dumped more work on me, that absolute nightmare. I’m on set every day, barely sleeping four or five hours. Isn’t that tough enough? I’ve had it; I’m going to ask the company for a new agent!” 

Just talking about her agent got Roslyn irritated. 

Evangeline was no stranger to the drama. Whenever Roslyn got mad, she would threaten to fire her agent, but she never actually went through with it. They would have their little spats, but before it was realized, they were back to being the dynamic duo at work. That was why Evangeline did not bother getting into the whole agent thing. What really piqued her interest was Roslyn’s latest gig. 

“So spill the beans, what’s the new mission?” Evangeline prodded. 

Roslyn, with a roll of her eyes, chucked her phone at Evangeline. “See for yourself.” She was clearly done talking about it. 

Evangeline glanced at the screen and saw that Roslyn was supposed to pick a few tracks from the company’s curated playlist to practice. They wanted to ride the wave of her new show success, drop a hot new album, rake in the cash, and boost her star power. The agent’s plan was solid from a career standpoint. 

However, hearing that Roslyn’s sleep had dwindled to a mere few hours, Evangeline pitied her. 

“Are the company’s songs that tough to belt out?” 

That got Roslyn going. 

“Tough? It’s like I’m back in music school taking those killer vocal classes! I have no clue where the company digs up these songwriters. Their stuff is all flash and no substance, the lyrics dumb you down to the point of pain, and the tunes? They’re all over the place, with zero thought for what it’s like to actually sing them!” 

Roslyn snatched a pillow and gave it a good thump or two, letting off some steam. Once she had cooled down a bit, she went on, “Look, it’s not like I’m trying to complain about the system,” Roslyn groaned. 

“If we were talking about my time off, I’d tough it out no matter how hard it got. But I’m still on set, and acting is already like climbing a mountain for me. It sucks away all my energy. And now you want me to belt out this song too? Might as well just finish me off!” 

Evangeline listened to her venting and racked her brain for a way to help. “What if you chat with your agent, and I take a crack at writing the songs for your new album?” 

The moment Evangeline floated the idea, Roslyn’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. How could she have