Chapter 38 Looks Donât Matter, Plastic Surgery Can Fix That The entertainment industry isnât short of beautiful faces, but on the international stage, pure looks arenât enough to gain recognition. Major entertainment companies in the country were all trying to break into the international market.
Highâend classical music was the perfect key to unlock those doors.
No matter what this performer looked like, her impeccable piano skills alone were reason ough to sign her.
âAlight, get her signed quickly, Vance agreed, Zenith Entertainment didnât just need pretty facesâthey also needed skilled artists.
If her looks were average, they could simply spend some money on plastic surgery and image design. With the right polish, sheâd be a stunning artist.
âWe might need your help reaching out to her, Mr. Vance. A lot of people are interested in signing her,â the director said.
âFine, tell me her name, and Iâll arrange for someone to contact her,â Vance said, taking a sip of tea handed to him by his assistant.
âHer name is Olivia Carter, a student in St. Rona Academyâs performance department.â
The tea Vance had just sipped immediately sprayed all over his assistant.
Wait, who? What did you say her name was?â Vance asked, thinking heâd misheard.
âWait, âHer name is Olivia,â the director repeated.
Vance was speechless.
What the heck?!
Olivia?
St. Rona Academy performance department?
Wasnât that his Olivia?
âMr. Vance, please handle this personally and get her signed. I believe with her talent, sheâll bring Zenith Entertainment enormous profits!â The director continued enthusiastically, desperate not to miss such a promising recruit.
Vance didnât know how to respond.
Simpina Olivia? To make money for the comnanu?
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Rearls Are you kidding me? This wasnât something anyone could handle.
There was only one person he could turn to.
âPrepare the car! Iâm going to see my brother!â Vance ended the call abruptly.
Inside the Wilson Group headquarters, Alexander sat at his desk, his long fingers interlaced, his expression icy as he watched his younger brother Vance rush in.
To outsiders, Zenith Entertainmentâs president, Vance Wilson, was a suave and wealthy ayboy. But in front of his older brother, he was as obedient as a puppy.
Clearing his throat, Vance cautiously addressed the perpetual iceberg before him.
âAlex, um... howâs it going with the sisterâinâlaw Grandpa arranged for you?â
For a moment, Vance thought the roomâs temperature dropped a few degrees.
Heâd never actually met Olivia, the soâcalled sisterâinâlaw, in personâonly seen a single photo that Henry had sent him. The girl in the photo wore blackârimmed glasses, looked timid and awkward, and didnât seem like someone who could match Alexander.
âGet to the point or get out,â Alexander said coldly.
Alexander didnât understand what was going on lately.
Why was everyone suddenly bringing up the woman he thought heâd already buried in his past? First Michael, and now Vance.
These people never had any connection to Olivia before.
Vance winced under Alexanderâs icy glare.
âAlex, donât be so heartless! Weâre fullâblooded brothers!â he said, blinking exaggeratedly in an attempt to look endearing.
Alexander seemed to be considering how best to skin his brother alive.
âAlright, alright... Alex, I do have something serious to discuss. But first, let me show you something,â Vance said, pulling out his phone and playing the video the director had sent him.
Alexanderâs face remained impassive as he watched.
âAlex, I want to sign her,â Vance said cautiously.
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