CHAPTER 408: CHAPTER 408: THIS ROLE, SHE MUST SECURE

Fiona Grantham didn’t manage to get the lead role in Matthew Timberlake’s movie, which made Bella Green eager to try again.

She checked online, and the audition was still ongoing. She glanced at the time; the audition would end in two days.

She had classes on Monday and Tuesday, so naturally, today was the most suitable day to go.

Bella Green looked towards the direction upstairs; Mason Bennett was still working.

She pondered for a moment, then dashed upstairs to change clothes.

To avoid disturbing Mason Bennett’s work, she simply left a note and went out.

Bella Green didn’t go directly to the audition site; instead, she first went to the mall.

She changed into a new dress and a wig.

Touching the wig on her head, Bella Green felt a bit annoyed, wondering when her hair would grow back.

The wig wasn’t ugly, but it wasn’t her own hair, making Bella Green feel somewhat strange.

She took a taxi to the audition location.

Looking at the building in front of her, Bella Green took a deep breath, then smiled as she walked inside.

She was determined to secure this role...

...

At the audition site, the man sitting in the main seat wore glasses and had a buzz cut, appearing to be in his thirties.

At that moment, the man was furrowing his brow, watching the woman in front of him, dressed in a bodycon dress, moving awkwardly and coquettishly.

Ultimately, he couldn’t hold back and called for a stop.

He took a deep breath, his fingertips tapping the table, unwilling to even offer any comments for a long while.

"Leave."

"Director Timberlake, this is the tenth one this morning. After such a long audition, is there not a single one you’re satisfied with?" The assistant director said.

"Do you think any of them are suitable? Haven’t you read the novel? Look at those dancing demons, which one fits the character design?"

The assistant director smacked his lips upon hearing this: "Alright, I get it, you have high standards, but we have to compromise a bit. After all, it’s a novel with such fantastical descriptions; how could we possibly find someone perfect for it?"

The screenwriter and original author idly browsed through Weibo: "Even if it’s not entirely true to the original, it still has to be somewhat close. This is Ninefold of Immortal Mountain, not Ninefold Demon Mountain."

"Isn’t the female lead supposed to be a demon?" The assistant director mumbled.

"Speaking of which, Fiona Grantham actually isn’t bad. She’s popular and looks great, and supposedly her pay is discounted. Why did you reject her and offend people online? Do you think you’re Bryce Xavier, so unreasonable that no one dares to argue with you? You’ve been scolded so badly, do you know that?"

"Can you shut up?" Matthew Timberlake glared over.

"Alright, alright, you two are the bosses. Can I, a mere assistant director, just keep quiet now?"

Matthew Timberlake threw the script onto the table: "Fiona Grantham is too old, it won’t work."

The original author Natalie Xalorin’s hand, which had been scrolling through Weibo, suddenly paused, her gaze surprised as she looked at the photo of the girl, not coming back to her senses for a long time.

"This..."

Suddenly, the room’s door opened again. The person who entered this time was completely different from the ones before.

A white floor-length dress, black hair simply cascading down, with no styling at all.

A pretty face, clean without a trace of makeup, standing there purely like a moonlit fairy, icy and noble.

Yet, the eyebrows and eyes carried a hint of mischievousness, a cheeky charisma...

Almost instinctively, Matthew Timberlake sat up straight, the gaze behind his black glasses unintentionally becoming serious.

So similar, too similar...