Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 166: Questions

Moira Young didn’t feel nervous at the moment; she felt like she had been in a daze since last night. After going through so many distressing things, there was no room left for nervousness.

Moira Young smiled at Tiana, "I’m okay."

Tiana clutched her chest, reassuring herself, "I’m so nervous, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!"

After about half an hour, it was finally Moira Young’s turn. As she walked into the recording studio, her nerves suddenly tightened with all the cameras and staff around.

"Moira Young, right? Sit on the stool, and I’ll ask you a few questions." The director stood in the center, holding a piece of information, with no expression on his face.

Moira Young swallowed and sat on the stool.

The director glanced at the screen, then nodded, "Alright, let’s begin."

"What are your hobbies?" the director asked.

Moira Young thought for a moment, her mind was blank. In her past life, it was all studying and nothing else. She didn’t really know what her hobbies were.

After pondering for a while, she answered, "Studying, I guess."

"Who do you think is most likely to win first place among the contestants?"

Moira Young was stunned. How should she answer this question... She didn’t know any of those people...

The director, seeing her lack of response, felt a bit impatient and whispered to a staff member beside him, "Add special effects text to this segment."

The staff member glanced at Moira Young and nodded, "Okay, director."

"Next question, do all the female artists under LE have a good relationship with Glen Guthrie?"

Moira Young’s heart skipped a beat. She bit her lower lip involuntarily due to nervousness and fear. This question reminded her of what Glen Guthrie said about having videos of all LE’s female artists on his phone.

The so-called good relationship with him was nothing but coercion.

"Alright, you can leave now." The director didn’t want to ask any more questions.

"Director, are we done?" the cameraman asked in confusion.

"We’re done, there’s no point in asking further, no one’s interested in watching," the director said as he walked away, ignoring Moira Young.

"Such a pity, so beautiful, but with a character issue," a staff member murmured while packing up.

Moira Young initially didn’t feel much, but facing the attitude of the director and staff, she suddenly felt a bit sad.

In her previous life, besides studying and reading, there was only Julian Sinclair. Julian Sinclair meant everything to her. She had no friends, didn’t know how to make friends, and didn’t know how to talk to people.

She never doubted her character before, but now, she suddenly felt like there was something wrong with it.

Moira Young’s eyes turned slightly red. She hated that she had turned into someone so timid and silent.

Moira Young slowly clenched her fists, walked up to the director, and looked at him with a determined gaze, "Director, please give me another chance. I will definitely answer."

The director glanced at her, then turned to see that the equipment hadn’t been turned off yet, hesitated for a moment, and finally gave Moira Young another chance.

Moira Young sat back on the small stool, gathered her courage, and looked at the camera.

"How is your relationship with Glen Guthrie?" the director continued with the question sequence.

Glen Guthrie was a particularly popular star recently, which was probably why all the questions somehow related to him.

"I’ve only met him once." Moira Young tried hard not to think about his face.

"It’s said that supermodel Vivi likes to bully the newcomers in your company, is that true?"

Moira Young thought for a moment. Although she didn’t want to lie, she had no choice, "Vivi treats me very well, I’m not sure about others."

"Alright, now it’s your time to speak freely." The director closed the file.

Looking at the camera, Moira Young’s forehead started to bead with sweat, perhaps because the small room was too stuffy, causing her some dizziness.

"Hello everyone, I am Moira Young, an artist under LE." Moira Young squeezed out this sentence after holding it in for a long time.

Then there was a long silence again, she really didn’t know what to say...

"In post-production, add ellipses and special effects for her," the director instructed.

Then he clapped his hands and shouted, "Alright everyone! Good work! We’re done!"

Moira Young finally breathed a sigh of relief at these words. The clock on the wall pointed to six, and Lee said her stage time was around seven.

After she walked out, she found Lee waiting for her.

"I bought you some food, eat something so you won’t be nervous on stage." Lee kindly opened the sushi he brought, along with a bottle of yogurt.

"After eating, we’ll take you to do makeup." Lee muttered as he counted, "It should be fine, we have enough time."

Moira Young didn’t dare to eat the food Lee brought, fearing that he might be in cahoots with Glen Guthrie.

Seeing that she wouldn’t start eating, Lee thought she might not like sushi, "You don’t like sushi? I heard from Heath Sterling that you guys went for Japanese food last time, so I thought you liked sushi. Or is it this brand you don’t like?"

Moira Young forced a smile, "I’m not hungry, Lee."

"Even if you’re not hungry, eat a little, otherwise you’ll be nervous on stage. There was an artist in our company who fainted on stage because he didn’t eat during the day."

Moira Young didn’t know whether to believe him, but for her own safety’s sake, she chose not to eat.

Lee didn’t insist and straightforwardly took her to the makeup room to apply makeup, then helped her pick out a little dress.

Because of Moira Young’s pure and beautiful look, with an ethereal charm, she looked stunning in a white dress.

It soon reached seven, and it was Moira Young’s turn to go on stage. Strangely, as soon as she stepped on stage, the audience started cheering excitedly.

Moira Young stared blankly at the dense crowd below, suddenly feeling dizzy, nearly losing her balance.

This movement was caught by the audience, and the whole room gasped. However, seeing that Moira Young didn’t fall, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Moira Young, I distinctly remember your wonderful piano performance last time. So today, I’d like to hear you sing, would that be okay?" a female judge asked with a standard smile.

Moira Young hesitated.

"Yes, an artist should not only play an instrument but also sing and dance," another judge chimed in.

"Okay." Moira Young agreed to sing.

She chose a relatively easy song to sing. Although she didn’t sing well, her voice gave a healing feeling. Especially when people focused on her, they felt as if she was an angel sent by heaven, beautiful and pure.

After finishing the song, the audience cheered.

Moira Young didn’t expect such a strong reaction from them for her song. After she finished singing, the judges started giving results, and it was clear that she advanced.

Moira Young didn’t feel much about the result. She calmly walked off the stage.

"Moira." A familiar voice stopped her.

Moira Young turned around to find it was Morton, her face breaking into a smile, "Morton, long time no see."