Chen Zhao and Sharan sat in front of the outdoor cafe. "It's just a three-dollar cup of coffee," Chen Zhao said in disdain. "You want me to put in a good word for you for a three-dollar cup of coffee? Isn't it a bit too cheap? "
"You want to blackmail me?" Sharan looked at him in disgust.
"Whatever you think." Chen Zhao took a sip of the coffee.
"I'll remember you! Just you wait. "Sharan stood up angrily and left.
Chen Zhao looked at her back. Blackmailing her for a cup of coffee wasn't bad.
Just as he was about to get into the car, he heard a voice. "You're Mr. Chen?"
Chen Zhao turned around and realized that he'd seen her when he was buying a car, but he forgot her name.
"You're …"
"I'm Paris. Don't you remember me?"
"Oh, Paris, I remember."
Paris looked at the car behind him. "Mr. Chen, is this your car?"
"Yes, is there a problem?"
"Didn't you buy that Aston Martin DB11 from our shop?
AMR? "
"Ha … I didn't buy it. I bought it for someone else. I can't afford such an expensive car." Chen Zhao chuckled.
In an instant, Paris's enthusiasm was extinguished. She glanced at Chen Zhao and lost all interest.
"I have something to do. I'm leaving. Bye." Paris waved her hand. Without waiting for Chen Zhao's reply, she turned around and left elegantly.
He had originally thought that this Asian was a diamond bachelor, but he was just a pauper.
Paris was extremely disappointed. She didn't have much money, but she looked down on the poor.
As soon as Paris returned to her car, her phone rang.
"Hey, Paris, where are you right now?"
"I'm on my way home." When Paris heard that it was her boyfriend's call, she replied impatiently, "Hurry up and come back. Change your clothes and get ready."
"Do what? Prepare for what? "
"I heard that the famous director, Mr. Steven, is casting for a new movie."
Paris raised an eyebrow. "There's a suitable role for me?"
She wasn't an actress and had never acted before, but every girl in Los Angeles dreamed of becoming a star. Paris was no exception.
"No."
"Then what should I prepare? What's there to prepare? "
"Although there isn't a role for you, I heard that the female lead has already been chosen. Right now, the crew is looking for a body double for her. I've shown your photo to the assistant director and he is very satisfied. However, he wants to personally audition you."
"You mean, you want me to be the substitute for the female lead?" Paris thought for a moment and hesitated.
After all, a stunt double would definitely not have a frontal shot or a close-up. Since that was the case, what was the point?
"That's right." Paris's boyfriend said excitedly, "If you are familiar with the female lead, maybe you can find a role for me through her."
Paris finally understood. In the end, her boyfriend just wanted him to find opportunities for himself. He wasn't really thinking about her.
"I still have my own job. If I become someone else's substitute, what will happen to my job?" Paris said.
"Why are you so selfish? Why can't you think about it for me? If I can get a role, even if it's a small role, I can use this opportunity to become famous. As long as I become famous, you won't have to work at all. I can support you. "
"But so far, I've been supporting you," Paris said.
"It was different in the past. How could those small directors compare to Mr. Steven? That's Steven!"
It might be different for the male lead and the female lead, but for someone who couldn't even get a role in a small director's work, it was all the same.
Paris didn't even know why she had fallen for this piece of trash in the first place.
Except for unrealistic dreams, she knew nothing else.
Every time she went to auditions, she would be kicked out nine out of ten times.
Then, when she came back, she would yell at the directors, saying that they didn't understand her talent or his performance.
All the money for food, clothing, housing, and other necessities belonged to her, as well as the money he spent on drugs.
"Paris, listen to me. As long as you get the role, you can get fifty thousand dollars. Then I can get a new car."
Paris's heart skipped a beat. Fifty thousand dollars wasn't a low price.
But could a stunt double get such a high salary?
As for the last part of the sentence, she didn't take it to heart at all.
A useless person who only knew how to rely on her and even despised her car.
When she got home, Paris's boyfriend, Rocco, couldn't wait to urge her to change and put on makeup.
"Change your underwear. Change it to something sexy," Rocco said.
Paris turned her head abruptly and looked at Rocco. "What did you just say?"
"What?" Rocco's eyes flickered.
Paris realized that Rocco's eyes were avoiding her. "Is this really an interview?"
"Paris, help me. Just this once, please, it's fifty thousand dollars."
"F * ck off! Get out!" Paris was furious.
Although she wasn't the kind of woman who restrained herself, it didn't mean she was willing to be betrayed by her man.
This useless man had completely overturned her understanding of shamelessness.
Rocco, who was thin and weak, was actually pushed back by Paris. The drugs had already drained his body.
"Paris, listen to me …"
In her rage, Paris directly threw Rocco and all his things out of the house.
"Paris, please forgive me … Please forgive me …" Rocco was still knocking on the door.
Paris took out a gun from the drawer, opened the door, and pointed it at Rocco's head. "F * ck off. Don't ever appear in front of me again."
Rocco was so scared that he peed his pants. He quickly begged, "Paris, I'll go, I'll go. Don't be rash."
Paris watched as Rocco dragged his junk away before closing the door again.
Back in the house, Paris noticed the name card on the table.
Should he give it a try?
What if I'm lucky and really get chosen?
That's fifty thousand dollars!
Even if the assistant director wanted to sleep with me, he would just close his eyes and it would be over in the blink of an eye.
Being sent to another man's bed by one's own boyfriend was a completely different feeling from being the one who made the choice.
At least, Paris hated the feeling of being betrayed by her man.
As for selling her body, she didn't really care.
If the assistant director was good, she might even be able to rely on him.
After thinking for a moment, Paris still picked up the phone.
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