I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 61: Unspoken Rules?

After a long silence, someone finally spoke up: "I’ve always thought Director Fang’s selection process was the fairest, but I never expected he would accept manipulation."

The assistant director’s expression changed upon hearing this, "What do you mean by that?"

The speaker sneered, "Everyone here knows what Quiana Sutton’s acting is like, yet Director Fang chose her in the end. If there’s no manipulation, who could believe it?"

Director Fang was in a great mood today and didn’t bother about this person’s slander or arrogance. Instead, he smiled and said, "There are recordings of today’s auditions. If anyone doubts, why not see for yourself?"

He then signaled the assistant director to play the recordings.

Those who had the courage to audition today weren’t newcomers and had studied the script. It’s obvious who has superior acting skills and who is less talented.

They thought Chloe Summers’ performance was stunning enough, but it was Quiana Sutton who truly brought forth the protagonist’s tangled love and hate, the decadent madness.

Or rather, it seemed less like acting and more like she embodied the protagonist, bearing the fate-given blade, like the golden-red twilight sunset, about to fall yet strikingly beautiful, stunning, audacious beyond belief, refusing to bow down or concede defeat.

At that moment, everyone finally believed Quiana Sutton was Phoenix, the proudest princess of the Demon Realm.

Even though it was just a short segment she performed in front of empty air, everyone watched with lingering fascination.

Director Fang was very pleased to see everyone entranced:

"Now, everyone knows why the director chose Quiana Sutton, right?"

Those present felt dissatisfied but helpless.

Chloe Summers’ mind buzzed after watching the recording; she had only one thought.

Quiana Sutton would be her greatest rival in this life.

She must completely defeat Quiana Sutton before the crew announces the casting.

Iris Melrose knew what Chloe Summers was thinking the moment she saw her expression.

At this moment, they probably shared the same thought; Iris slowly spoke:

"Chloe, clearly this role is supposed to be yours."

Chloe Summers cast a sidelong glance at Iris Melrose: "Do you dare say you had no thoughts about the protagonist when you auditioned?"

"I was just going through the motions. I know very well there are many here whose acting is far superior to mine, like you, Chloe. I don’t stand much chance."

Chloe was already tired of hearing flattery; she impatiently said, "Iris Melrose, what exactly do you want to say?"

Iris Melrose smirked, "Chloe, I think we can collaborate?"

After saying this, she opened her phone to show Chloe Summers the video she secretly captured in the parking lot.

After watching it, Chloe Summers’ anger was mostly suppressed, and a cruel curve appeared at her lips:

"Terms."

Iris Melrose slowly put her phone back into her pocket: "I have just one condition; if Chloe Summers becomes the protagonist, I hope you can help me get the role of the second female lead."

Chloe Summers looked at Iris Melrose with interest and agreed: "Okay."

Quiana Sutton walked out of the audition building and called Grace Sutton to tell her the news. Grace was so excited she almost jumped up.

"You’re not joking?"

"When have you ever seen me joke?"

Grace seriously thought about it and apparently never had, but there was still something she couldn’t understand: 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"How did you get past Director Fang knowing he has such a foul temper, and if the acting wasn’t good, he’d scold you to tears?"

Quiana Sutton looked at the azure sky, "Probably by cramming at the last minute."

Grace: "..."

How did she feel that cramming wouldn’t be enough—that it must be divine intervention?

Regardless, she was delighted that Quiana Sutton got the female lead role. Maybe this time, Quiana Sutton truly had an epiphany?

Knowing Director Fang’s temper is notoriously formidable, even the fact that he chose Quiana Sutton is enough to show her acting skills aren’t subpar.

...

Meanwhile.

A grand live broadcast was happening online.

Today was the first day of Nathan Firth’s art exhibition. Since accidentally going viral at the airport, there’s been a surge of people leaving comments on the official blog to snatch tickets. The number of viewers was set early on, and the organizers couldn’t change it easily, so they discussed with Nathan Firth the possibility of an online live stream. Originally, this was suggested casually, but unexpectedly, Nathan Firth agreed.

Inspired by the previous paid viewing media, watching Nathan Firth’s exhibition this time also required payment, set at a third of the live viewing price.

The first day attracted mainly known figures from the industry; they were curious about what could be described as the reincarnation of Da Vinci.

Besides industry moguls, there was a media presence.

Evelyn Windsor’s family is considered a centuries-old intellectual family and is long-time acquaintances with Professor Leaf from Capital University. This time, she specifically requested Professor Leaf to bring her to the exhibition.

Evelyn Windsor affectionately held Professor Leaf’s arm: "Grandpa Leaf, thank you so much for this."

Professor Leaf glanced affectionately at Evelyn: "This girl has talent in painting, yet she insisted on filming."

"Is Grandpa angry with me?"

"Silly girl, Grandpa would never be angry with you."

Evelyn Windsor saw a camera doing a live broadcast not far away, so she deliberately adjusted her posture to allow the camera to perfectly capture her.

The audience watching the camera, especially Evelyn’s fans, became excited upon seeing her.

[I knew my idol was the best. Today, those attending the exhibition are industry moguls, and my idol is already able to stand among them.]

[Who’s the old gentleman beside Queen Evelyn?]

[That’s Professor Leaf from Ardane University and the chairman of the National Painting and Calligraphy Association.]

[Impressive.]

[Why are the two so close? What is their relationship?]

[Does anyone not know? Queen Evelyn’s family is close friends with Professor Leaf’s family.]

[Another day of envying Queen Evelyn.]

At this moment, Professor Leaf saw a painting and couldn’t help walking over.

He excitedly asked Nathan Firth nearby, "Mr. Firth, did you paint this?"

Nathan Firth saw that Professor Leaf had directed his attention to "Eternal Memory" and smiled slightly, answering calmly.

"This painting isn’t mine; my junior sister painted it."

It is said that painting focuses on atmosphere; this painting achieves the pinnacle in both atmosphere and technique.

In that desolate yet endless dream, only a single ray of light shines in, but as time passes, it too is gradually swallowed until only a twisted segment of time remains.

Professor Leaf continuously praised, "If Mr. Firth is said to be the reincarnation of Da Vinci, then your junior sister is a once-in-a-century genius."

He was even a bit excited, "I wonder if Mr. Firth could introduce me?"