The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 300

Chapter 300

Chapter 300

Right before the end of the workday, Vivian gave Charlie Beck a call. During their chat, she casually mentioned a rising star whose look and aura perfectly matched Insignia’s latest product concept.

“Hearing you say that, Miss Fairchild, I am quite interested in this Seraphina. However…”

Charlie sounded conflicted. “We’ve already signed a contract with Miss Gifford, and it’s a three-year deal. We had no choice; she’s the most trending actress right now.”

In an era where traffic was king, brands had to pay exorbitant prices for buzz. Very few were willing to risk hiring a newcomer.

“I would think that with Insignia’s brand power, you wouldn’t need a celebrity to manufacture hype.”

As the head of a major brand, Charlie was naturally pleased to hear such praise.

He chuckled softly.

“It’s just unfortunate that we’ve already signed with Miss Gifford. We’ll have to keep your recommendation in mind for next time.”

“Perhaps there’s still a chance.”

“Pardon?”

Vivian offered a faint smile. “Miss Gifford’s health has suddenly deteriorated, making it impossible for her to shoot on schedule. Therefore…”

Charlie fell silent for two seconds.

“Are you asking me to replace her, Miss Fairchild?”

“Replace isn’t quite the right word. It’s more about promoting the capable and discarding the dead weight.” Vivian’s voice was perfectly level, merely stating a fact.

“To be frank, Miss Gifford is using this illness as an excuse to play games with me. You must know, Mr. Beck, that she and I have some personal friction. But as a public figure, shouldn’t professionalism be her top priority?”

Stalling for time was just a tactic to force Vivian to grovel.

Even if it didn’t work this time, there would always be a next time.

It was an absolute lack of professional ethics.

“Moreover, in our industry, every day delayed is a day of financial loss. We’re all busy. If her antics jeopardize more important matters, who will take the blame?”

Charlie pondered this for a few seconds before finally accepting her logic. “Miss Gifford broke the contract first. I’ll have someone terminate her deal immediately. As for the rising star you mentioned, we’ll look into her. Thank you.”

As long as it wasn’t Grace Gifford, she didn’t care.

Who ended up getting the deal didn’t matter.

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Besides, Vivian wasn’t wrong. When working with an international powerhouse like Insignia, it was debatable who was actually getting the better end of the bargain.

By the time the call ended, the workday was essentially over.

Most of the staff had left, leaving the office completely quiet.

Vivian glanced at the blazer draped over her chair, debating whether to have it dry-cleaned before returning it to Vincent.

Forget it.

With all his money, why would he care about a single jacket?

She grabbed her phone, headed downstairs, hopped into Zoe’s car, and returned to Silas’s place.

When Silas returned that evening, Vivian had already showered and was sitting on the bedroom sofa. She wore a black silk robe with her legs crossed. The slit of the robe revealed her stunning curves, highlighting the glaring red scrape on her calf.

She was barefoot, her wine-red toenails a striking contrast to her delicate, luminous skin.

Her eyes were closed, as if she were taking a light nap.

Her languid posture gave off an air of someone carrying a thousand untold stories.

Silas stared at her profile from a short distance. She had intentionally scraped her own leg. It was the first time he had met a woman so utterly ruthless with herself.

The Vaughan family… wasn’t enough to summarize her true background.

Who exactly was she?

Ever since she had appeared, she seemed infinitely experienced, battle-hardened, and equipped with endless strategies for manipulating human hearts.

This woman was a walking secret from head to toe.

As if his gaze had grown too piercing, Vivian opened her eyes.

The momentary flash of sharp vigilance and icy coldness did not escape Silas’s notice.

When Vivian saw it was him, she instantly buried all of those emotions deep in her eyes. She uncrossed her legs, opened her arms, and offered a sweet, radiant smile. “You’re back. Give me a hug.”

Silas’s eyebrow twitched slightly as he walked over to her.

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