Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 328 - 219: Southern Mountain Script, Ms. Roland

Maeve Lane lowered her head for a moment, and the woman turned her head, meeting Sarah Sutton’s gaze.

Sarah smiled politely, and the woman smiled back, her eyes filled with an indescribable, aloof arrogance.

"Is that the investor and author? Director Osborne is sitting next to her and seems very respectful." Sarah speculated.

Director Osborne’s assistant didn’t go in; he sat by the door. "Are you talking about the woman in red in the middle?"

Sarah nodded.

Maeve glanced up, filled with curiosity about her as well.

"That’s Ms. Roland. When you go in for the audition, that’s how you should address her." The assistant paused for a few seconds and said, "She’s the author of ’Southern Mountain,’ a bestselling author of print books, and just recently ranked sixth on the global author rich list."

"So impressive." Maeve thought she looked quite young just now.

But this also explains why Director Osborne said many people want to buy rights from her and explains why he agreed to such an unorthodox demand to interview the director and the film crew.

"Impressive indeed, no wonder Director Osborne’s attitude is so humble." Sarah remarked in surprise.

The assistant said, "That’s part of the reason you mentioned, but I heard that Ms. Roland’s background is also very unusual."

Unusual background?

The environment Maeve grew up in was either wealthy or aristocratic, yet she had never heard of a family with the surname Roland.

Sarah lowered her volume, "What’s so unusual about it?"

"Anyway, she’s not an ordinary rich person, I suspect she has power." The assistant said no more, "So her attitude might be a bit arrogant. When you go for the audition later, remember to greet her first, then Director Osborne and the producer."

"Got it." Maeve noted.

If she’s powerful, that would make sense.

Unlike celebrities and influencers online packaged as second-generation power figures, the offspring of truly affluent families are always low-profile. Even if they share their lives, they don’t flaunt them on public platforms, as it’s easy to draw unwanted attention.

Even among those slightly powerful in the circle, their offspring are closely guarded.

If Julian Fairchild was tightly shielded by the Fairchild Family from a young age, he still stands out as a special case even among families of that standing.

Most families need to connect through networking to expand their business empires, and many company heirs are known to each other from a young age.

But in powerful families, Julian Fairchild’s situation is quite common.

If Ms. Roland comes from such a family, it makes sense for Maeve not to have heard of her.

In truth, the Lane Family can only come into contact with a very small portion of such families.

The assistant finished speaking and went in to check the situation.

After five minutes, he came back out, "Mila Miller, come in. Maeve Lane, prepare yourself next."

"Maeve, don’t be nervous. Just perform naturally when you go in." Sarah patted her shoulder, "If there’s anything you can’t handle, call me. I’ll be right here waiting for you."

"Okay." Maeve smiled slightly, "But I wasn’t nervous before, and now that you mentioned it, I am a bit nervous."

"Alright, I won’t say anymore. After your audition, I’ll tell you some good news." Sarah said mysteriously.

"What good news?"

"You’ll know once you come out."

Mila went in for quite a while. Maeve estimated it was for over half an hour, but when she came out, her eyes were red.

She didn’t say a word to her agent and just walked out straight.

"So harsh?" Sarah frowned. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The assistant immediately followed her out, "Maeve Lane, it’s your turn."

"Okay." Maeve handed her phone and other belongings to Sarah, "I’m going in then."

"Good luck!"

Walking into the audition venue, it was an enclosed stage with several staff scattered around, cameras set up beneath the stage, and several photographers bending over to adjust the equipment.

Further back was the podium, with a woman in a red dress sitting in the middle.

As she got closer, Maeve got a clearer view of her face.

This Ms. Roland had dazzling yet elegant features, slightly arched brows, eyes with just a hint of lift at the corners, fair and delicate skin, and a well-maintained figure, especially her hands, which were clearly those of someone who has long lived a life of luxury without laboring.

If Maeve hadn’t known she was over forty, she might have thought Ms. Roland was a young girl in her teens.

While Maeve was examining Ms. Roland, Ms. Roland was also examining Maeve.

When she saw Maeve’s face, there was a fleeting moment of distraction in her eyes.