Love in the Limelight Novel novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Astrid “Some people just won’t get famous no matter how many leading roles they have played. Just let things flow naturally, I need to face the market test. You just do your job seriously, I have faith in you!”

Looking at the message, Chad reached out and scratched his messy hair like a chicken coop, and wailed on the table, “I’m really going to collapse! If Chief doesn’t come back, I’m going to be crushed.” The phone rang, and Chad looked at the phone with red eyes, and then immediately refreshed.

Astrid. “Your annual salary increase of three million.”

Chad was ecstatic, and immediately sent a lot of response words: “Wow! Chief, you are the brightest star in my eyes, the kindest and greatest boss in the world, because of your appearance, I feel that even the air has become sweeter, now, I just want to say to you, Chief, I love you!”

Astrid, reading this, was speechless and quickly sent a message back to Chad: “Buzz off!”

Thinking about Chad and Hank, Astrid’s expression softened.

They met in elementary school, at that time she was always beaten by Sandra and went to class with injuries all over her body. Hank and Chad were physically and mentally injured because they were often abused by their stepmother. These three kids comforted each other and became close frie

friends.

A knock on the door interrupted Astrid’s reminiscing. She put down the things in her hands and opened the door to see actress Lydia standing there, “Hello, what’s the

matter?”

Mr. Studer: “Alright, I’ll be there on time tonight.”

Lydia closed the chat with Mr. Studer and contacted an entertainment reporter, telling the reporter to be at the hotel on time.

Once everything was set, Lydia was in high spirits. She poured a glass of red wine and enjoyed the breeze on the balcony, as if she could see Astrid’s miserable future. In another room, Astrid was engrossed in reading her script.

Half an hour later, there was another knock on the door. When she opened the door, Jon was sweating profusely, dragging a large suitcase, leaning his hands against the wall, looking exhausted. Astrid stood in the doorway, folded his hands on his chest, and said mockingly, “Jon, you’re too weak, are you so tired just moving a computer?”

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