Chapter 929

“What did you just say? You want a has-been like her to star in your movie?” Caylie froze and gaped incredulously at Ashlyn.

Ashlyn swept a gaze across the astonished crowd. “What’s wrong? Can’t I do that? I’m still the producer who oversees the entire production, and Greg’s still the director. Is the lead actress in such a film crew worthy of that gown of yours?”

“But… the movie has even yet to begin shooting. No one knows how it’ll fare later at the box office.”

Caylie felt a little uneasy. Ashlyn’s idea might prove useful to alleviate the damage done to their branding for the time being, but no one could tell what the future had in store for them.

“I’m going to tweet about this right now.” Ashlyn turned on her phone and went on her Twitter account to make an official announcement about the launching of her new film, True Magnate, with Cindy cast as one of the two female leads. She even tagged Cindy and Greg on the tweet.

During the interim, Greg had just arrived at the auction hall when he heard the sound of Twitter’s notification. Baffled, he launched the Twitter app, only to be left even more dumbfounded at the sight.

Huh? An official announcement of a new movie? Why’s Cindy the female lead? Are you kidding me?

A good-for-nothing bimbo like Cindy only had a knack for drawing public attention, not to mention trying hard to get acquainted with those top producers.

One must have a death wish to cast her in a movie.

What on earth is Ms. Berry thinking?

Greg completely broke down.

Enraged, he clenched his phone and rushed toward Ashlyn frantically. “Ms. Berry, how could you pick Cindy of all people? She’s inept at acting and has got nothing to offer!”

Watching Greg fly off the handle like that, Ashlyn unwittingly let out a chuckle. “People can change, you know. We’ll go with it first and give her an audition. It’s still not too late for you to go through the roof later.”

Listening to Ashlyn’s words, Greg had no choice but to suppress the boiling rage within and check his phone.

At that moment, his Twitter profile page was flooded with countless tweets from his fans and avid netizens alike.

A person wrote: Director Maxwell, is it true that you’re going to star Cindy in your movie?

Another read: I heard she’s Mr. Nolan’s mistress!

Someone commented: How could a piece of trash like her be the lead actress in Producer Berry’s film?

One of the netizens even declared: I won’t have it! I’ll boycott her!

Greg merely skimmed through the tweets without replying to any of them. On second thought, he retweeted Ashlyn’s post to mean tacit agreement.

After all, Ashlyn had not once disappointed him.

Since she had personally selected Cindy, he reckoned that she must have a reason for doing so.

Cindy, for one, was even more confused than Greg.

It was as though a good deal had just fallen into her lap.

Before she even had the time to react, she already landed the starring role in Ashlyn’s upcoming film.

How’s this possible? I’m not dreaming, am I?

Terry was in seventh heaven, hugging Cindy tightly in his arms.

“This is incredible! I can’t believe Producer Berry picked you to star in her film! Ah! Lady Luck must smile on you! Instead of finding fault with you, she’s offering you resources. I knew you were born to shine, Cindy! You’ll shoot to stardom for sure! People will finally see how you’ve been working your socks off.”

Cindy was still in a daze, yet she found herself almost suffocating from Terry’s embrace. “T-Terry, let me go first. I can barely breathe.”

Only then did Terry realize that he had lost his composure. Immediately, he loosened his grip on the woman.

With emotions welling up in his chest, he zipped toward Ashlyn and bowed deeply at her. “Thank you so much, Producer Berry! Thank you for giving Cindy a chance.”

Ashlyn regarded the man with an arched brow. “Be sure to guide her well.”

Not another word came from her after that. The next second, Lucas showed up with a bunch of evidence in his hands and flung them right at Sharon’s face.

“This is the chat history between you and the fashion studio.”

Sharon crouched down and looked at the so-called evidence before shaking her head and denying, “No, this can’t be. You all must’ve fabricated these.”

There was no way she would confess to such claims, not in the presence of so many celebrities and influential individuals from the film industry.

In fact, that would be the last thing she would do.

Should she admit it, the entire film industry would blacklist her, and her future would be ruined.