Her Hidden Crowns (Suzanne and Austin) novel Chapter 329

John put down his glass of water and looked at Cheryl, carefully analyzing her face. The next moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he sincerely praised, "Not bad!"

John immediately became excited. Her eyes, in particular, were so clear as if untouched by the world. Just one glance gave him the feeling of encountering his first love.

He looked at Cheryl and requested, "Can you give me a smile? The kind that makes someone fall for you at first sight."

Although his description was vague, Cheryl instantly understood what he meant.

She took a deep breath, composed herself, and slowly lifted her head. She curved her lips slightly, and as her gaze shifted, there was a beauty in it that seemed to strike directly at John's heart. It was an unforgettable look.

John immediately slammed the table with a loud bang.

Excited, he exclaimed, "Excellent! Not bad! Now, I'm looking forward to this!"

It was rare to find actresses who not only looked good but also had a versatile appearance.

Cheryl, who was standing in the same spot, felt much more at ease as if she had gained some courage. However, she was still embarrassed by John's praise, so she just stood there, unsure of what to do.

Marsha leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed, looking at John with a smug expression. "I picked her."

Her eye for talent was always sharp. There was no way she would choose someone who wasn't capable.

Even Perry, who was sitting beside her, nodded repeatedly. He asked, "She's really quite good. Which agency is she signed with?"

Marsha glanced at Perry and bluntly cut him off, saying, "Don't even think about poaching her. She's mine."

If that scoundrel, Herman, signed Cheryl, there was no telling how badly she'd be exploited.

It was a very difficult scene. If performed well, it would be legendary. If done poorly, it could make the actress a laughing stock. There was no middle ground.

Marsha's lips twitched. She knew that he would pick this scene.

Cheryl took the script. When she saw the chosen scene, her grip instinctively tightened. She had read the script the night before, so she knew just how important this moment was.

The calm she had finally regained was gone, and her nerves instantly surged back.

Sensing her pressure, Marsha reassured her, saying, "Cheryl, immerse yourself in the role. Think—if you were her, how would you feel? Take a minute to compose yourself, okay?"

Cheryl was probably the first person ever to make Marsha speak so gently.

John, sitting beside her, was stunned, his mouth hanging open. Had Marsha just turned soft?