My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 87:

A multitalented performer, he had carved out a reputation as a superstar who excelled in singing, dancing, and acting. With his and Katrina’s names attached to a project, success seemed almost guaranteed. Even a newcomer in the female lead would be catapulted to instant fame—a testament to Silver Elephant Media’s commitment to quality production.

Ruby’s concern flickered across her face. “I read online that ‘Agarwood’ was something you wrote years ago. Do you still remember the details? I’ve heard Asher can be difficult. If he disagrees, even Mr. Rodgers might struggle to secure your role.”

Asher’s reputation preceded him. Some said he was all high and mighty, while others argued he maintained an intentional distance to avoid potential scandals.

Carrie gave Ruby’s hand a reassuring pat. “Relax. I know my work like the back of my hand. Let’s not keep them waiting.”

She wasn’t just another scriptwriter chasing a paycheck back then; every word she wrote carried her dedication. She knew her own creations inside out, and no critique or test could catch her off guard.

When they reached the office, Soren wasn’t at his desk. Instead of the producer himself, a young man lounged dramatically on the sofa, his Balenciaga distressed hoodie and jeans creating an image of calculated nonchalance. His legs stretched across half the room, a physical manifestation of his apparent indifference.

Sharp facial features and captivating eyes communicated a complex persona—simultaneously mischievous and forbidding. He was precisely as unapproachable as the rumors suggested.

Asher’s journey was legendary. Debuting at 19 with a music group, he had conquered international stages, collecting gold awards and establishing himself as a group leader.noveldrama

After breaking free from an exploitative agency, he transitioned to a successful solo career, with his first romance film cementing his status as a top-tier talent. He hadn’t descended from that peak since, and his co-stars were either seasoned pros or rising stars with exceptional skill. If anyone had a reason to walk with their nose in the air, it was him.

Carrie’s arrival drew a brief glance from Asher, his gaze raking her up and down before sliding dismissively back to his phone.

Just then, Soren stepped out from the inner room with a smile. “Ah, you’re here.”

Carrie didn’t flinch at Asher’s attitude; to her, he was just another cog in the machine of the production. She walked in confidently, greeting, “Good morning, Mr. Rodgers, Mr. Burton.” With a nod toward her companion, she added, “This is my agent, Ruby Curtis.”

Asher straightened with dramatic slowness, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Are we here to exchange pleasantries or get on with the audition?”

Carrie knew her appearance wasn’t universally celebrated, but such overt hostility from a stranger was unexpected. She frowned, mentally combing through her memories for any potential offense. Nothing surfaced. The only person in the entertainment industry she genuinely disliked was Lise. Ironically, she had heard Asher himself harbored negative feelings toward Lise, making his current attitude toward Carrie seem illogical.

Soren nodded at Ruby and stepped forward, his movements deliberate as he sought to ease the underlying tension. “I watched the ‘Blazing Sun’ audition clips on Twitter,” he began. “Carrie demonstrated remarkable emotional depth. Today, let’s explore the scene where the main characters experience a critical misunderstanding.”

As his hand reached for the script, Asher abruptly rose and approached him, firmly pressing down on the document. “Why confine her to familiar territory?” Asher challenged. “A compelling show can’t rely on predictable scenes. Unexpected moments define true storytelling. What if we randomize the scene selection?”

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