The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 637

Weston stood up from his director's chair when he noticed Donald standing in front of him.

“Mr. Campbell, why didn't you notify us before visiting?”

“Well, I didn't want to interrupt your work. How are things going for them?”

Weston didn't answer Donald immediately, instead coughing lightly to signal the assistant standing nearby to check on some props.

He waited until they were alone before replying, “Evelyn's stage presence isn't as strong as Zoey's. She seems rigid and tense too. Mr. Campbell, you said to focus more on Evelyn, but I believe it will be difficult. The audience prefers female celebrities who are more outgoing and spirited. Zoey stands out more than Evelyn in that case.”

Weston gave a frank explanation as Donald observed the subjects of their conversation rehearsing on stage.

Evelyn wore a modest white dress that covered as much skin as possible while concealing her curvy figure beneath the unflattering fit.

On the contrary, Zoey had her hair pulled back in a high ponytail and was dressed in a sailor costume.

The top was short, and the hem of her skirt hung even shorter, putting her in danger of revealing parts she shouldn't and drawing everyone's attention.

Evelyn wasn't inferior compared to Zoey, but she wouldn't compromise on her stance of refusing to wear revealing outfits on stage, so the exhibited effect was less potent compared to Zoey's.

“I will still maintain you continue to spare no effort in training Evelyn while respecting her wishes.”

“Huh?” Weston was taken aback. “Spare no effort? And respect her wishes?”

At this point, he was beginning to doubt Donald's professional judgment.

It was obvious her professionally applied makeup set her apart from other women and demanded that she be noticed.

Other ladies would show their sexy, flirtatious side or their gentler characteristics.

However, she had the air of a shrewd businesswoman who made her own rules and was always the center of attention.

Weston stood up. “I'm the lead director here. What's wrong?”

She walked to him and said evenly, “I'm Mila Zurlo, head of Zurlo Corporation. I believe my brother, Zack, came here yesterday. Where is he?”

In response, Weston scratched his chin, bewildered. “Excuse me, Ms. Zurlo. Your brother did show up here yesterday, but I'm not sure where he went after that. He was already gone when I regained consciousness after passing out.”