Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared)

She finally got why the name on the business card seemed so familiar the first time she saw it.

Sure, Century Entertainment had been around for less time than her father’s Starlight International Group, but in a few short years, it’s churned out heaps of top celebrities. In terms of status, Century Entertainment has already outshone Starlight International Group.

Although the two companies seemed to coexist harmoniously in recent years, they were actually butting heads behind the scenes, vying for theaters and resources without mercy.

Agnes said, “My dad mentioned Mr. Ivan once and said you were a young go–getter.”

The man cracked a smile and said, “The Magical Romance of Cinderella is the first major domestic fant asy blockbuster and also the first film investment from Starlight International Group and Century Entertainment after years of rivalry. The male lead is set, and we’re currently holding nationwide auditio ns for the female lead. Director Zoe took a liking to you, Miss Agnes. Would you be interested in getting involved in the production?”

Agnes was puzzled. Starlight International Group and Century Entertainment were at odds, and now they’re collab orating?

Agnes laughed awkwardly, saying. That was a misunderstanding; I accidentally walked in there; I have no acting experience.”

“Sometimes, unexpected things can be a blessing. I trust Director Zoe’s judgment, and you fit the imag e of the role perfectly.”

Agnes shook her head and said, “I’m sorry, I’m not really into acting.”

He chuckled and said, “If you’re not up for it, I won’t push. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

Agnes nodded reluctantly. “Anyway, I came to give you this.”

She took out an envelope from her bag and wrote, “I accidentally scratched your car; I’m truly sorry. He re’s twenty grand, do you need to count it?”

He took the envelope and said, “No need; I trust you, Miss Agnes.”

Feeling like she’d accomplished her mission for the day, Agnes was about to make her exit when she h eard Beatrice’s voice from a distance: “Sis?”

Agnes turned around to see Beatrice walking towards her, arm in arm, with a big smile on her face.

But Beatrice’s eyes were on the man. “Mr. Ivan, remember me? I’m Beatrice; we met at the charity gala two weeks ago.”

He replied flatly. Your mother is a big star, and you look just like her. Of course I remember.”

Beatrice looked pleased, but he clearly wasn’t interested in chatting. He turned to Agnes and said, “Miss Agnes, I’ve got stuff to deal with. I’ll be leaving now Please consider what I said earlier.”

Agnes nodded. “You go ahead.”

After he left, Beatrice immediately pulled her hand away from Agnes and even wiped it on her dress in disgust

Fuming, she said to Agnes, “How do you know Ivan, Agnes? You sure know how to work, men.”

Agnes was used to Beatrice’s mood swings. “Beatrice, I don’t owe you any explanations.” RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

“What did you give him? What did he want you to consider? What’s going on between you two? Agnes, are you trying to break into showbiz? Don’t get your hopes up.”

Agnes didn’t want to deal with her anymore and walked away.

Bitterly, Beatrice stomped her foot and said, “Agnes, who the hell are you? How can you just ignore me like that?”