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Daisy Zane opened the door, to be greeted by the sight of Kevin Clark already standing there waiting for her.

As their eyes met, Kevin Clark smiled.

Daisy Zane raised an eyebrow and looked at his face, the phrase “male seductor” suddenly sprang to her mind.

She suddenly felt that the direction she was heading in might be a little dangerous.

Upon entering, Daisy Zane bent to take off her shoes, but Kevin Clark said, “There are no new slippers at home, I didn’t get the chance to buy any, don’t bother changing.”

Daisy Zane paused momentarily, looking at the shoe cabinet. There were many slippers, all for men.

“They’ve all been worn.” Said Kevin Clark.

“I don’t mind.”

Hearing her say that, Kevin Clark picked a pair and tossed them onto the floor for himself. He then placed his own slippers by Daisy Zane’s feet, saying, “Wear mine.”

Looking at the slippers next to her feet, Daisy Zane suddenly laughed, and then wore them.

Kevin Clark, on the other hand, took a glance at her pale ankle and quickly looked away.

The two of them walked towards the living room together. Suddenly, Michael Jackson came out, looking somewhat flustered. He gave a quick glance at Daisy

Zane, steadied his emotions, and said, “Lady Zane.”

Daisy Zane nodded, and Kevin Clark asked, “What happened?”

“Third Master…’ , said Michael Jackson again while glancing at Daisy Zane.

Kevin Clark indicated for him to continue. Michael Jackson said: “Celestial Pivot returned half of our money.”

“Hmm?” Kevin Clark also seemed surprised.

“Holt Lawrence sent a message saying that after watching the stars last night, he felt it wasn’t right to accept so much money, so he returned half.”

Kevin Clark:

Daisy Zane: . What fool would she not know?

After breakfast, Kevin Clark accompanied Daisy Zane to the practice room.

Another morning of non-stop practice.

Kevin Clark noticed that she was quite resilient, very enduring, never complaining of fatigue, and never showing a state of exhaustion.

During noon, after having their meal together, Kevin Clark dropped Daisy Zane off for her audition.

“When will the agent arrive?” After he stopped the car, Kevin Clark asked.

“He’s already inside.”

“I need to make a trip back to the Imperial Capital, and I can’t accompany you.”

Kevin Clark said, “I’ll be back as soon as possible, by tomorrow at the latest.”

Daisy Zane turned to look at him. There was no particular emotion in her eyes, she was just listening to him talk.

“Call me if you need anything.” Kevin said as he texted her a message, “This is Michael’s mobile number, if you can’t get hold of me, call him.”

The gaze in Daisy Zane’s eyes seemed to take on a certain scrutinizing quality.

Seeing her gaze, Kevin Clark’s smile deepened, “This industry can, at times, be messy. Be careful not to be taken advantage of.”

Daisy Zane shifted her gaze, emitting a cryptic laugh.

Kevin Clark passed some candy towards her, “Here, have some. I’ll be back after you’re done.”

Michael Jackson watched from the rearview mirror as the series of actions taken by his master unfolded, remaining speechless. If he were to tell someone that his master would humble himself to be so gentle with a woman, would anyone believe it? Moreover, this woman was cold and aloof, seeming rather unresponsive.

Daisy Zane looked at the candy in his hand, grabbed it, put it into her pocket, opened the car door, and said, “I’m going.”

“Um. ”

Kevin Clark watched as her figure disappeared, then turned to look at the palm of his hand. The young lady’s fingertips were rather cold; in such hot weather, they held no warmth. It was just like the image she portrayed to the world. He let out a soft chuckle, slowly clenching his hand, and returning to his seat.

Seeing him laugh, Michael Jackson laughed along.

However, Harton Clark’s eyes suddenly shifted towards him. His gaze, sharp like a knife, scared Michael, causing him to shrink his neck.

He immediately put on a serious face, his lips tightened, sitting upright he started driving seriously.

The location of the audition was set at the Sky Rights Hotel.

The TV series was a high-budget one. The director, producer, and screenwriter were all quite famous

Many people came to audition, each one of them outstandingly beautiful, young, and attractive.

It was a feast for the eyes.

As Daisy Zane went through the crowd to find her agent, she moved slowly.

She did not pay attention to her surroundings, but focused straight ahead, seemingly unfazed by her surroundings, yet noticing every detail everyone around her.

Daisy Zane was dressed casually today, with a white shirt and black pants. Her hair was pulled back with a wooden hairpin, and she wore no makeup on her face.

Her porcelain-like skin, long and slender eyebrows, slightly upturned phoenix eyes, and pale pink lips were extremely alluring, cold but extremely beautiful. As she slowly moved through the crowd, the sounds of chatter suddenly disappeared, and everyone watched her. All of them were amazed by her beauty.

“Daisy Zane?” Clarissa Mason also looked with everyone, and when she recognized her, a hint of sarcasm flashed in her eyes, “What are you doing here?”

As soon as she spoke, everyone else also recovered from their daze. After a few seconds of shock, they all put on a curious expression.

Daisy Zane stopped, and looking at her, asked, “Who are you? Do we know each other?”

“You!” Clarissa Mason turned pale, “You don’t recognize me?”

“When did I ever know you.” Daisy’s voice was cold and dismissive.

Harton Clark said she was good at pissing people off, he was right. She liked to annoy people about what they were sensitive about.

After she finished speaking, someone in the crowd laughed. Clarissa Mason, who cared a lot about her reputation, turned from pale to red quickly.

“What are you doing?”

A commanding voice sounded from behind Daisy Zane. Clarissa Mason turned around to see Olivia Chester coming over.

Olivia Chester came over, the crowd parted way for her. Their eyes were full of admiration and respect as she stood next to Clarissa Mason. She then turned to look at Daisy Zane, giving her a once-over and scoffed, “When did an extra become so arrogant, bothering my artist?”

Once Olivia Chester spoke, everyone understood. No matter how beautiful and eye-catching, it’s all for naught.

In this circle, if Olivia Chester did not like someone, without a strong background, it was impossible to develop here.

And those with a strong background were mostly familiar to Olivia Chester.

Clarissa Mason immediately smirked in triumph, looking at Daisy Zane.

But Daisy Zane didn’t look at her, only at Olivia Chester. She stared into her calculating eyes, chuckled lightly, and said, “Then keep your artist in check, don’t let her go around biting others. You wouldn’t want to gain the reputation of being unable to control your own artist.”

The crowd was stunned silent, looking at Daisy Zane, shocked.

She was the first to dare to talk back to Olivia Chester.

“Daisy Zane, you…”

Clarissa Mason was interrupted by a glare from Olivia Chester before she could finish her words and hung her head low.

Olivia Chester laughed, took a step forward, and lowered her voice, “Daisy

Zane, you are the first person who dared to speak to me like this in this circle. Let me tell you, no matter if you have Old Master Miles or John Anderson behind you, if I don’t want to see you here, you won’t get anywhere.”

“Let me tell you as well.” Daisy Zane looked at her nonchalantly but with a hint of coldness in her eyes, “I have always liked to go against people. Especially those who I don’t like.”

“Is that so?” Olivia Chester scoffed, “I will be waiting.”

Daisy Zane just slightly raised her eyebrows, casually took her eyes off her, turned around and left without giving her a second glance.

Her aura was so powerful that the onlookers immediately made way for her, watching her silently as she left..