The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 770

“If I find out later on that you're not doing your job well, I'll still consider replacing you with someone else,” Donald added.

“Of course, Mr. Campbell. I understand.”

Right as those words were out of Nikita's mouth, the director at the other end of the room flew into a rage.

“Who in the world hired this lousy actress? Not only does she have zero acting skills, but she even refuses to listen to me! Where's the assistant director? Get someone to take her place!”

Once the director, Barnaby Holmes, was done with his outburst, he lifted his cup and started sipping on his coffee.

Xaiden, the assistant director, rushed over and whispered, “Mr. Holmes, Evelyn's an influencer who has recently been trending in Pollerton. She's someone Belle hired personally. So—”

“An influencer, my foot! I've never heard of her before. Look at the gown she's wearing. What in the world is that? She already has little screen time. What do you think the audience is paying the movie tickets for? It's so that they can see her legs! Hurry up and talk to her. Find out if she's willing to alter her gown and film the kiss scenes. If she refuses, we'll have to replace her with someone else!” Barnaby interjected.

In the many years of his career as a director, he had seen all kinds of women.

Despite finding Evelyn's appearance and demeanor refreshing, Barnaby was perplexed by her refusal to reveal more of her skin in the film.

Xaiden was at a loss too. He could only walk over to Evelyn, frowning as he advised, “Ms. Shabelle, I'm sure you're working with Werner Brothers Studios because you want to have a good piece of work, right? You heard what our director said, yes? If you can't cooperate with us today, then I'm really sorry, but you may need to pay compensation for breaching the contract.”

Upon hearing that she was going to be penalized for breaching the contract, Evelyn nearly burst into tears.

All the money she received had been used to pay her mother's medical bills, so she had no way to fork out the penalty fee.

Right then, Nikita and Donald walked over to them.