Her Hidden Crowns (Suzanne and Austin) novel Chapter 328

Barbie immediately dropped her crossed arms, speaking decisively. "Impossible! If Yvette's acting isn't good enough, then who here could possibly pass?"

The room fell into silence. Everyone understood the implication.

Some people wanted to flatter Yvette while others were unhappy with her arrogance. Someone retorted, "That doesn't mean no one else can make it. I heard this show is already set to start shooting. If they still can't pick someone for the supporting female lead role, Ms. Newton might have to cancel the whole project."

They had already done their research and found out that this was a big production with substantial investments already made before filming even began. If the project was canceled, the losses would be massive.

Even if Marsha decided to quit, the production company wouldn't just accept the losses.

Cheryl furrowed her brows, feeling uneasy.

She had heard before that Marsha had a temper and that she was a completely different person from her usual self when it came to filming.

Could Cheryl really do this?

As the crowd continued to speculate, the doors to the audition room swung open, and Yvette stepped out with an unpleasant expression.

Barbie and the others rushed over, asking with concern, "Yvette, how did it go?"

Yvette's hands were clenched by her sides, her expression dark. Without saying a word, she walked away.

Barbie and the others anxiously called after her, "Yvette…"

But all they got in response was Yvette's retreating figure.

One of the actresses looked as if her world had collapsed. "It's over. If even Yvette didn't make it, there's no hope for the rest of us."

Everyone who had yet to audition immediately felt immense pressure and fell into silence. Even Barbie's expression didn't look too good.

But she was also well aware that Yvette's elimination meant that she might just have a lucky break. Even if her chances were slim, she still had to give it a shot. What if she actually got it?

The huge room was very spacious, with mirror-lined walls and handrails—clearly a dance studio.

At the far end, directly opposite the entrance, was a long table where the judges sat. Marsha sat in the center, looking visibly frustrated. She exhaled sharply as she rolled up the sleeves of her white shirt to cool herself down.

To each of her sides sat two men. One was the assistant director, John, dressed in a casual jacket. The other, wearing a sleek black suit, was Percy Crow, a representative of Herman's company. Since this project was a collaboration between Marsha's and Herman's companies, Percy's presence made sense.

Cheryl approached them nervously. Seeing her, Marsha looked up and smiled. "You're here."

Keeping her emotions in check, Cheryl returned a smile and nodded. "Yes."

John, leaning back in his chair and sipping a glass of water, was surprised by their interaction and turned to Marsha. "You know her?"

Marsha didn't answer directly. Instead, she tilted her chin toward Cheryl and asked John, "What do you think of her face?"

This face was a showstopper. It fit the image of the supporting female lead perfectly.