Chapter 13
In the ballroom, Chanel’s executive manager was about to sign Charmine.
“Mr. James, are you sure you want to sign a nobody? She has absolutely zero stage experience!”
Amelia Jordan protested.
“Exactly. She’s just witty! I can bring fireflies to cheat like her, too. Matter of fact, anyone could, but
these are cheap tricks that won’t hold up on such a big occasion like tomorrow’s.”
“Alright, why don’t you ladies show us some tricks? You’re all pretentious, thinking yourselves as
supermodels as you put on dead-like expressions,” the manager refuted. He then turned to Charmine
and, seemingly changing expressions in a 360-degree manner, spoke with confidence, “Miss Jordan,
please sign here. Just do what you did up there and it’ll do fine. We believe in you.”
Charmine sealed the contract with her signature.
Pleased, Charmine then turned to Amelia Jordan and spoke, “Miss Jordan, you gotta try harder
tomorrow. Please don’t end up foolish like today, losing to some inexperienced person like me with
your three-year modeling experience.” The corners of her lips curled into a sneer as she turned and
left.
Amelia’s face turned red in anger. While she was not as famous as Tiffany, everyone knew her name.
She was also an actress, and because of her arrogant and straightforward manner, she was marketed
as the ‘wild and blunt’ one that her fans were crazy about. She always had her way wherever she
went, respected by everyone, and yet… An adopted daughter like Charmine spoke to her in such a
rude tone and—to rub salt into the wound—even secured the opportunity! This drove Amelia crazy!
…
Charmine left the hotel and walked straight to the parking lot. Luxurious cars lined up one after
another in this park while Charmine’s dinged-up motorbike sat quietly by the corner.
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