Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 236

Chapter 236 

“Come on in.” Blake gestured for her to follow. “Let’s go, Mr. Marshall has already headed up.” 

“Alright, sounds good.” 

“Ah…” As they rode the elevator, Blake couldn’t help but sigh, his expression showing concern. 

“Blake?” Sherilyn was puzzled, “Is something the matter?” 

Blake glanced at Sherilyn, his brow furrowed as he advised, “Once we’re there, if things get a bit rough, just try to bear with it.” 

What was he talking about? 

Sherilyn’s heart rate suddenly spiked. Rough? What kind of rough? 

“It’s like this…” Blake explained, “I only found out recently, but the producer this time is Vincent…” 

Sherilyn was lost. She hadn’t even dipped her toes into the industry, so who 

was Vincent to her? She had no clue. 

“About Vincent…” Blake gritted his teeth and got straight to the point, “He’s a bit touchy–feely.” 

Sherilyn’s eyes widened in shock. Touchy–feely? 

“Don’t be nervous.” Blake understood her concern. “In public… he wouldn’t really do anything to you. He’s not the one financing this project, so if you’re not willing, he can’t really force you.” 

According to Caleb, this role, the third lead, was intended for Sherilyn. 

Firstly, because she was a newcomer; secondly, because she was a dancer with no acting experience; and thirdly, because the third lead’s role was quite striking. If played well, it could really make her stand out. 

Given Caleb’s status in the industry, both the producer and the studio would respect his decision. 

But Blake didn’t make any promises. 

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After all, in this industry, there were many who sought shortcuts to success. 

If Sherilyn was willing, they wouldn’t stop her. There was no question of ‘looking down‘ on her in this matter. 

However, at this moment, judging by her reaction, Blake thought she probably 

wouldn’t be keen. 

“Don’t worry, it’s just a dinner.” 

Sherilyn took a deep breath, replying, “I understand, Blake.” 

But how could she not be nervous? All she could do was hope that the producer wouldn’t be too overbearing. 

Upon reaching the upper floor and entering the private room, the lighting dimmed, making Sherilyn frown in discomfort. The air was filled with a mix of alcohol and perfume. 

Following Blake, she approached Caleb. 

“Mr. Marshall, Sherilyn is here.” 

“Ah, Sherilyn.” Caleb gestured for her to come closer. “Come here.” 

“Sure, Mr. Marshall.” 

Blake stepped back to give Sherilyn the space. 

“Come, Sherilyn.” 

Caleb introduced her to a middle–aged man beside him. 

The man was lean, his face all smiles, looking rather peaceful. This was Vincent, the producer. 

“Meet our producer, Mr. Vincent.” 

“Hello.” Sherilyn gave a slight bow. 

“Hello, hello.”