Chapter 130

The confrontation between Lily Green and Lucy White fizzled out without drama, leaving many onlookers secretly disappointed.

From a corner, hushed whispers floated through the air.

"Some people really think they're something special."

"Yeah, as if they don’t know their own place."

The snide remarks were clearly aimed at Lily.

Lucy frowned, irritated by the fickle nature of the crowd. She flipped open her script and focused on her preparation.

"Make way! Coming through!"

A commotion erupted at the entrance as four assistants ushered in a heavily made-up woman. One held an umbrella, another carried her bags, and the other two cleared a path—her entourage was impossible to ignore.

Lucy glanced up and recognized Tiffany Quinn, the industry’s notorious "privileged star."

Tiffany swept her gaze around the room with an air of superiority before zeroing in on Lucy. She strutted over and plopped down beside her.

"Well, if it isn’t our beloved 'pretty face with no talent,'" she sneered. "Studying the script?"

Lucy didn’t look up. "Do you need something?"

Tiffany scoffed. "Don’t waste your time. The supporting role’s already been decided."

Only then did Lucy lift her eyes, giving Tiffany a cold once-over. "Oh? Congratulations, then."

The jab hit its mark. Tiffany hated nothing more than insinuations that she relied on connections.

"You—!" She was about to snap when the audition assistant entered.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we’ll now draw lots to determine the audition order."

Lucy drew number 11—a decently early slot. Lily got number 3, while Tiffany ended up with 96.

"Terrible luck!" Tiffany stomped her foot before turning to Lucy. "Switch with me."

Lucy didn’t even glance up. "No."

"You—!" Tiffany’s face darkened. "You’ll regret this!"

In the end, she bullied another minor actress into swapping and triumphantly claimed number 10.

The auditions began swiftly.

When Lucy’s turn came, she walked into the room with quiet confidence.

Director Jude Miller was massaging his temples, clearly worn out by the previous candidates.

"Which role are you auditioning for?" he asked wearily.

"The supporting role—Su Youling," Lucy answered.

Director Jude raised an eyebrow. "That’s a complex character arc. Can you handle it?"

"I’d like to try."

"Then perform the scene where she returns after her descent into darkness."

Lucy nodded, took a deep breath, and—

In an instant, her entire demeanor shifted.

Her once-clear eyes darkened with malice, her lips curling into a sinister smirk. Even her posture transformed from poised elegance to something languid yet dangerous.

"Three years apart, and yet you haven’t changed, Shixiong," she murmured, her voice dripping with icy venom—yet laced with something disturbingly intimate.

The screenwriter jolted upright. "This—this is exactly how I envisioned Su Youling!"

Director Jude was stunned. He’d expected Lucy to only pull off the character’s innocent early persona, but her portrayal of the corrupted enchantress was chillingly perfect. Every glance, every movement—flawless.

When Lucy finished, the room fell silent.

"Brilliant!" The screenwriter slammed the table in excitement. "That’s the essence of the character!"

Director Jude nodded reluctantly. "Unexpectedly impressive."

He’d been ready to cave to investor pressure, but now…

"Miss White, your performance was exceptional," he said seriously. "We’ll give it careful consideration."

As Lucy left the audition room, a faint smile touched her lips.

She knew—the role was already hers.