The Cherished Wife

“Enough. Do you think I wanted this? This is the higher–ups‘ decision. But as for how you treat her, that’s up to you. Just make sure she gets the role,” Ronald said nonchalantly.

“Alright!” Hearing that it was an order from above and gauging Ronald’s attitude, Ruby understood. “I’ll bring her over now. Mr. Wells, are you going to watch the show personally?”

Watch the show?

Ronald smiled, thinking about Charles and Noelle in the CEO’s office. “Yes, we’re about to watch a good show.”

Winter had been there for over an hour. Initially full of excitement, she was now on the brink of losing her temper. If not for her agent holding her back, she would have already thrown a fit.

She felt that the people at Royal Star Entertainment were too lax. After all, she was someone introduced by Charles. Charles had already promised her the role, and today was just a formality.

She thought she was doing Charles a favor by showing up, but it was clear that Charles‘ people did not take her seriously. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Winter was growing increasingly impatient in the waiting room. She finally stood up and said, “Let’s go. The role is mine anyway!”

She was about to leave when her agent quickly pulled her back. “Winter, don’t rush out just yet. You know as well that Royal Star Entertainment is a big company. Even though this role is almost certainly yours, we don’t want to ruin our relationship with them.

“They might be busy. Let’s wait a bit longer!”

“Wait? They’ve been making me wait for so long. Do you know how valuable my time is-”

Before Winter could finish, the door to the waiting room opened, and a young woman who looked like a secretary was standing at the door. “Ms. Winter Shaw? Ms. Clark and Mr. Wells are ready for you. Please follow me to Studio No. 1.”

The young woman maintained a formal demeanor, showing no signs of being star–struck or nervous. She had likely seen many celebrities in her role and was not easily impressed.

Winter’s expression stiffened when she realized the secretary might have overheard her complaints. She signaled her agent, who quickly pulled out an envelope and handed it to the secretary. “Please take good care of us.”

“That’s not necessary. I’m just a small–time secretary. I can’t possibly take care of a big star like Ms. Shaw, the secretary replied, refusing the envelope and motioning for them to follow. “Mr. Wells is here from headquarters, and his time is valuable.”

Winter’s expression changed slightly, but she forced a smile. “Of course. I get that Mr. Wells is very busy. Please lead the way!”

Despite her polite words, Winter was fuming. She did not think much of Ronald, seeing him as just another one of Charles‘ subordinates. He was not Charles himself, and this company was not his.

Even though these were her thoughts, Winter kept a pleasant smile on her face as she followed the secretary.

The secretary led Winter to Studio No. 1 and opened the door. “Ms. Shaw, please go in.”

Inside, Winter and her agent found an empty room with just three people. She recognized Ronald from their brief encounter at the Shaw residence and also saw Ruby, the producer. The third person was a stranger, later introduced as the assistant director of the drama–not a particularly important figure.

Winter approached and greeted everyone. Then, with a commanding presence, Ruby said, “Ms. Shaw, I assume you’ve read the script Mr. Wells gave you. Let’s get started right away!”

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