Chapter 491: Chapter 491: Actor Sheridan’s New Girlfriend
"Her looks and demeanor, she’s just born for this industry, you know." After speaking, the agent noticed Wilder Sheridan looking at him with a "you’re nuts" expression, "What? You don’t think she’s capable?"
Wilder Sheridan chuckled unexpectedly, "I think you’re itching for some serious beatings from countless patients."
Grabbing a highly skilled doctor and throwing her into the entertainment industry as a star? Wilder thought the agent’s head was definitely malfunctioning.
A place like that is nowhere a little bunny like Ann Vaughn could thrive.
She’s suited to quietly research medicine, benefiting patients, nothing else, because that’s her true calling.
Seeing Wilder’s firm stance, the agent had to stay quiet, lest he really gets beat up later.
The clock was nearing six-thirty, marking the official opening of the charity dinner.
After two well-known hosts finished a lengthy introduction, the lights on stage suddenly went out, then a spotlight shone on Wilder sitting at the piano.
Ann Vaughn heard surprise-filled murmurs rise from the guests.
Well deserved, as Wilder had changed into a white suit, exuding elegance. Couple him with a white horse, and he could surely save a princess; bright like a prince.
A gentle yet subtly sad melody began, quieting the initially noisy seats.
Ann Vaughn hadn’t heard Wilder sing before; only now did she unexpectedly find his singing quite nice; sweet and deep in low tones, emotional in highs, paired with a lively minor key lead...
His voice might not be the best, but it was definitely the one that could infect everyone with his emotions.
Only after he finished playing and singing did Wilder glance at the audience, his twinkling eyes hinting at joy. "This song was born out of some whimsical thoughts of mine, and I dedicate it to someone."
Then just as everyone anticipated the young actor to name the person, he directly stood up and left the stage.
Everyone: ???
What, you’re not playing by the rules?
Actually, Wilder’s lyrics had made it quite clear; the song was meant for his sister.
Ann Vaughn contemplated, just unsure whether Wilder was offering it to Jane Sheridan or Cynthia Sheridan; after all, they’re both his sisters.
Oddly enough, she felt a bit annoyed about it.
"How was my performance just now?" Wilder unexpectedly returned to his seat, nudging Ann Vaughn with his elbow, asking proudly.
"Passable." Ann Vaughn coolly gave him these two words of evaluation, then hummed, "You promised good food, when exactly are you taking me to eat?"
Wilder was rather aggrieved at her disinterest; he had personally written a song for her, yet she seemed solely preoccupied with food?
"You don’t feel a little surprised?" Like a stubborn child, he continued struggling a bit.
But Ann Vaughn wouldn’t know the song was meant for her; other than herself, even the Sheridan Family was unaware they had mistaken their daughter.
"I’m extremely surprised." Ann Vaughn said mechanically, "Now can I go eat?"
"..."
The dinner had just started; guests would only head to the banquet hall to dine or rest a bit after the auction-style charity donation process concluded.
But luckily, Wilder was somewhat reliable; after speaking with the banquet hall’s manager, a table of dishes was quickly served.
Ann Vaughn had already depleted her earlier snacks and was a bit hungry, so she began eating unreservedly.
She ate quickly but gracefully, a mix of innate charm that was very pleasing to the eye.
"You look like a little hamster." Wilder recalled the pet hamster he had during school years; its cheeks ballooned just like hers when eating.
At that moment, the agent finally tracked down Wilder, who had left early and was here enjoying a solitary meal, nearly dying of anxiety, "Seriously, the organizers have been looking for you forever; why are you here?"
"Do I not have the right to eat?"
"You do, but shouldn’t you finish your official duties first?"
Wilder naturally didn’t want to; he had brought Ann Vaughn and thus had the duty to protect her until they left.
Ann Vaughn swallowed the deliciously rich ribs in her mouth, then looked up at Wilder, "Go do your work, I’ll just sit here and eat slowly."
Upon hearing this, the agent almost wanted to kneel and thank her for the favor; without this girl’s permission, getting the boss to discuss work was nothing but wishful thinking.
Luckily, luckily.
"Sit here obediently and wait for me; ask the hotel to serve you whatever you want, and don’t wander off." Wilder hesitated for a moment before compromising, advising Ann Vaughn before leaving the banquet hall with the agent.
Ann Vaughn: "..." Wait, who actually is the sister?
She couldn’t help but feel the difference in Wilder’s attitude compared to when they met earlier in Marinia; it was so much better now.
He had warned her quite sternly back then...
"Are you Actor Sheridan’s new girlfriend?" A deliberately coquettish female voice interrupted Ann Vaughn’s thoughts; she couldn’t help but look up.
She saw a woman with revealing attire and curly hair draped over her shoulders standing with a disdainful face in front of her.
Ann Vaughn glanced at her and then withdrew her gaze, treating her as air, continuing to eat the crystal dumplings in her bowl.
Mandy Easton thought the woman would respond to her, yet she just glanced at her and kept eating? Ha!
So she’s confident in gaining Actor Sheridan’s favor and dares to ignore her?
"Hey, did you hear me asking you a question?" Mandy Easton impatiently tapped the table with her nails, her tone annoyed, "Is this how you treat seniors? Be careful, if this spreads, you won’t make it in the entertainment circle!"
Clearly, Mandy Easton mistook Ann Vaughn for a newcomer to the entertainment world.
Being a popular actress, Mandy Easton had met almost all the slightly lower ranked actresses but hadn’t seen Ann Vaughn’s face, probably a new entrant to the circle, naturally adopting a senior’s posture.
Finishing her meal, Ann Vaughn slowly wiped her mouth clean, then leisurely raised her head to Mandy Easton, "Neither Actor Sheridan’s new girlfriend nor your junior is here; who exactly are you speaking to?"
Wilder didn’t lie; the chef who prepared this meal was every bit as good as the one at the Celestial Pavilion, leaving her utterly satisfied.
Of course, it would be even better without a buzzing fly nearby.
"Are you mocking me or overestimating yourself?" Mandy Easton clenched her fists, resisting the urge to slap Ann Vaughn’s face, "Don’t think just because you hooked up with Actor Sheridan, you can speak to me like this!"