My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 31:

Hearing this, Kristopher’s irritation flared, and he shot a cold, piercing look toward Elva, who had just entered.

Had Elva mentioned sooner that Carrie was also auditioning, he could have spared himself today’s embarrassment.

Elva, under Kristopher’s intense scrutiny, felt a chill run down her spine, though she feigned ignorance.

Just as Kristopher was about to confront Elva, the director called out, “Is everyone ready? Shall we begin?”

Carrie and Stewart approached, confirming their readiness in unison. “Yes.”

Carrie’s eyes swept past Kristopher without pausing, rendering him completely invisible in her world.

Earned The Right To Compete

Once Lise gave the nod that she was ready, the director called out, “Alright, Carrie, you’re up first.”

Carrie blinked in surprise but held back any comments.

She nodded firmly, then plunged into her scene alongside Stewart.

Around thirty minutes later, Carrie concluded her audition to a chorus of approving nods.

Now it was Lise’s turn.

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As Lise started her performance, both the screenwriter and Stewart furrowed their brows.

She fumbled a line early on, and her delivery began to unravel.

It was unclear if it was nerves or something else, but she struggled to match Stewart’s pace from that point on.

Even the director couldn’t mask his dismay with a subtle frown.

He had intentionally had Carrie audition first, part of a little plot he had cooked up.

He had given the script for this second audition to Lise well in advance, while Carrie had only received hers today, granting Lise a substantial head start in preparation.noveldrama

He had Carrie go first, hoping to pave the way for Lise.

The strategy was simple—expose any shortcomings Carrie might encounter, thus giving Lise the chance to make last-minute tweaks and gain a clear edge.

However, Lise wasn’t merely subpar—she was completely outclassed.

In every aspect—her lines, facial expressions, and on-the-spot creativity—Carrie was the undisputed star.

Even Kristopher, whose expertise in acting was minimal at best, could discern the glaring disparity between the two performances.

The director, who had until now been preoccupied with the logistical aspects of the production, now wore a troubled expression, his brow furrowed in dismay.

Apologizing with a faltering voice, Lise confessed, her eyes welling up as she cast a helpless glance at Kristopher. “I know I let you down this time—I wasn’t at my best.”

“Sorry about that.” With a note of frustration tinged with empathy, the director responded, knowing Kristopher was watching, “Since today seems off for you, let’s give it another shot.”

Stewart stepped up once more to perform alongside Lise.

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