Andrew Sutton was slightly taken aback; he hadn’t expected someone with Lily Sterling’s gentle nature to refuse so directly.
But then a relieved smile appeared on his face. "It’s okay. There’s nothing to apologize for."
Lily Sterling still felt a little guilty. "But you were the one who recommended me to the production team."
"It’s really nothing," Andrew Sutton said, gently reassuring her. "Recommending suitable actors to a production team is very common, and it doesn’t always work out. Please don’t take it to heart."
Only then did Lily Sterling nod. She thanked Andrew Sutton sincerely once more, and with that, the matter was closed.
After Lily Sterling left, a trace of disappointment welled up in Andrew Sutton’s heart.
He had hoped she would take the role; otherwise, he wouldn’t have taken the initiative to recommend her. But since she didn’t want it, he wouldn’t force her. He even had a feeling this would be the outcome.
He had read the script, too. While it was the female lead, the character wasn’t particularly brilliant.
"Turning down the female lead... isn’t she getting a little too big for her britches?"
Drake muttered from the side, seemingly unable to comprehend Lily Sterling’s line of thinking.
Andrew Sutton glanced at him, and Drake immediately shut his mouth, blinking innocently.
That evening, Cecilia Sterling arrived at The Sovereign Club using the address James Lockwood had given her. Although he had said the dress code was casual, Cecilia didn’t take him at his word, instead choosing a long dress and high heels suitable for the occasion.
She gave the private room number to an attendant, who then led her inside.
She wasn’t late, but she hadn’t arrived too early either—just fifteen minutes before the time James Lockwood had given her.
But when she stepped into the room, she was surprised to find only two people inside.
One was James Lockwood. The other, Cecilia didn’t recognize.
James Lockwood was also a bit surprised to see Cecilia arrive first. He quickly rose to greet her. "Well, Miss Sterling! I didn’t expect you to be the first one here."
Cecilia calmly shook his hand, but she couldn’t help complaining to herself. ’I’m right on time, aren’t I? But President Lockwood’s reacting like he’s shocked I’m here so early.’
Little did she know, this was the nature of such dinners. None of the investors ever arrived on time. The more powerful you were, the more you could flaunt it; being half an hour late was nothing out of the ordinary.
In fact, it was common for some to show up one or even two hours late.
"Miss Sterling, allow me to introduce you. This is President Whitt of Hewitt Entertainment. Our two companies are long-term partners."
"Hello, Miss Sterling. A pleasure to meet you." President Whitt extended his hand enthusiastically, unable to hide how struck he was by her appearance.
He’d heard from James Lockwood that this Miss Sterling was quite young, but he hadn’t expected her to be *this* young.
After the introductions, James Lockwood tried to usher Cecilia to a seat near the head of the table.
It was a seat of considerable status, but Cecilia didn’t want it. At least, not today, in a setting she was completely unfamiliar with. As a newcomer, she felt it was best to keep a low profile.
"President Lockwood, I’d rather just sit next to you. I’ll be more comfortable here," Cecilia said with a pleasant smile. Before he could protest, she had already taken a seat beside him with graceful ease.
This seat was practically at the foot of the table, as it was closest to the door.
This made it clear that even an entertainment company president like James Lockwood ranked at the very bottom of the hierarchy at tonight’s dinner.
Otherwise, the two of them wouldn’t have been the first to arrive.
"Miss Sterling, this won’t do. Please, take the seat of honor," James Lockwood insisted, afraid of offending Cecilia.

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