Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 317

"Casey, Ryker... there were loads of people sharing the same names in this world and these two ain't got nothing to do with each other.

Izabella didn't want to make the same mistake again, the last time she got the wrong person, it cost her her life.

She blankly stared at the photo on Rachel's phone, forcing down the bitterness welling up in her eyes.

"Izabella, what's up..." Rachel asked cautiously. Even though she wasn't the most perceptive, she could tell something was off.

Izabella shook her head, "I just want to meet this guy". Her voice was still a bit raspy, tinged with sorrow.

"That might be a bit of a tough one."

Casey was a famous actor, with tens of millions of fans, a legend of the entertainment industry. Izabella, on the other hand, was just a slightly known actress, and that slight fame was more because of the flak she got.

Hard you said? Not really. As long as he was still alive, there was always a chance to meet.

During the years she spent with Brett, Izabella learned one thing: with power, you could not only control your life but also others'.

She looked away, focusing her attention and emotions on the script in her hands.

Rachel, not quite understanding, murmured, "He is planning to join a talent show called 'Here Comes the Superstars'. It's like a stage show, giving actors around four days to prepare. Maybe you should talk to Graham about joining. It's the first talent show he has joined since becoming famous, and it might be your only chance to meet him.”

"He's supposedly joining the show to scout for co-actors," Rachel added casually. She believed in Izabella, but she didn't hold out much hope.

Izabella had only acted in one TV drama about campus life, which rated a measly 25 points. It was nothing to brag about.

However, Izabella's eyes sparkled, a co-actor, huh?

Time flew by, and soon it was two o'clock. Mr. York took this TV drama very seriously. He personally selected the leading roles and even the supporting actors. Normally, the selection of a third female role would be left to the assistant director, but he was personally involved.

The audition process was lengthy. Izabella waited for nearly forty minutes before it was her turn. On average, each person was given ten minutes.

She estimated the time. Vivian had the longest audition, about 15 minutes. She seemed relaxed when she came out. She was the highest-ranking among the auditionees. She was also attractive, with a strong fan base and a powerful company backing her. The role was likely hers.

Mr. York, aka Brad York, was quite famous in the industry. In his forties, he had directed 10 TV dramas, the lowest-rated of which scored an 8 out of 10. He was known as the 'Godfather of TV dramas'.

He had very high standards for actors. He was powerful and had a fiery temper. If someone's acting was poor in front of him, he wouldn't care about their status. He was known to make people cry by blasting them on Twitter.

Once, an actress thought she could get a role because of her company. She performed a 'death stare' in front of him. He had the security escort her out.

They quarreled on Twitter for several days. The actress was at a disadvantage and ended up giving up acting. She decided to appear on reality shows long-term. Her fame was not what it once was, while Brad gained popularity, making the actors in the industry both love and fear him.

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"Izabella, get ready. You're up next." A staff member came out to inform her, the disdain in his eyes was clear.

Izabella took off her sunglasses and mask, put them in her bag, and asked Rachel to hold it for her.

She walked in nonchalantly. There were four people sitting across from her. The one in the middle was Mr. York.

"You're Izabella?" he blurted out, his eyes filled with disbelief. He glanced at the photo of Izabella in the actor's information in his hand, on which her makeup was heavy.

He had received this information just an hour ago. Her resume was a mess. If there was any achievement, it was probably that she had topped the list of most disliked actresses for years, with far more votes than the second place.

He had already rejected her in his mind before he even saw her. He drank an extra glass of water before Izabella came in, preparing himself to rant.

But he didn't expect Izabella without makeup to be so beautiful. It was hard to believe she was the same person as in the resume.

He had seen many beautiful women. The entertainment industry was a beauty factory. It wasn't about being pretty, but having a unique charm.

Izabella was precisely that kind of beauty—her delicate features seemed carefully measured with a ruler, and the most striking were her eyes.

He had heard about Izabella and watched her videos on Twitter. When he judged people, he looked at their eyes. Izabella's eyes used to be beautiful but a bit bitter, even dull, as if someone owed her money.

In short, she lacked confidence.

But now, Izabella's eyes were sharp. She stood quietly by the window, the sunlight pouring in, casting a glow on her slender figure, but she herself outshone that light.

Even the picky Brad had to admit Izabella met his criteria. This was what you could call a beautiful face.

He was thinking, if there was a role for a dead person in a future TV drama, he would let Izabella lie in a coffin as a background prop. That would be pretty good.

"Hello, I'm Izabella. I'm here to audition for the third female role, Anna." Izabella interrupted his thoughts, her tone indifferent.

Brad asked directly, "Have you read the script?"

"I have."

"Then perform the scene where Anna dies."

Anna died in jail. Before she died, she was tortured, her ten fingers clamped off, covered in burn marks. She was driven mad and saw the female lead, Malia, for the last time, cursing her with her dying breath.