Oh, My Dear Mr. Crowley

Megan: "You... understand, it all depends on your own efforts. The outcome may not necessarily be the worst." Vivienne: "Hmm..."

Vivienne arrived at the location Megan gave her - Amnesia Club, the most high-end business club in Los Angeles.

A beautiful waitress led Vivienne to a private room and opened the door. The producer saw her and said, "Miss Scully finally came. You're late today, so you have to drink as punishment..." Vivienne smiled; drinking was inevitable. She might as well just drink without excuses.

After downing three glasses of white wine in one go, Vivienne greeted the director and lead actor separately.

She saw Lily, the female lead of this movie, leaning against an investor with his hand already inside her thigh. Although she was clearly annoyed, she still put up with it while smiling sweetly and responding in a coquettish voice. The director was talking to David (the male lead), but even if he had seen what happened between Lily and that investor, he would have pretended not to notice.

It made Vivienne feel uncomfortable seeing this scene unfold before her eyes. Was this going to be her future? She didn't want that for herself.

Mr. Johnson, another investor's small eyes fell on Vivienne," Miss Scully is much more beautiful than in photos! I haven't seen anyone as gorgeous as Miss Scully for many years."

Vivienne smiled," Mr.Johnson can call me Vivianne."

Her attitude pleased Mr.Johnson...

Half an hour later, after being filled with alcohol and touched by investors on both thighs and buttocks, Vivianne accidentally spilled some wine onto her skirt due to being drunk.She took advantage of this opportunity to visit the restroom. The meaning behind that investor's actions was clear; if she slept with him tonight, the role would be hers.

Vivienne suddenly felt uncomfortable. She didn't want to sleep with that old and ugly Mr. Johnson; she didn't want to sell her body cheaply because she knew that once this kind of transaction happened, it would happen again.

She didn't care if her body was dirty or not, but what mattered was that her mother gave it to her.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

She remembered what her mother said before she died," Vivienne, you have to live well and be happy.."

Did this mean that she had to live like this? Sleep with someone just for two roles?

Her phone rang; it was Megan calling. Vivienne answered and explained the situation.

After a moment of silence, Megan finally spoke," Vivienne...you are the most courageous woman I've ever met. I know you'll make the right choice." Vivienne sneered," Hmm, got it."