Chapter 176: Chapter 176: Not Really Disliked
"Not to mention passing the audition, at the very least you need to be formally trained or have some experience, right?" Sophie Wilson pointed to herself and asked, "Where did you see any acting talent in me?"
"In your eyes!" Benjamin Smith said with utmost certainty, "The look in your eyes just now was exactly what I was looking for. Passionate as fire, intense enough to set the world ablaze, yet so alluring... absolutely perfect."
Sophie Wilson was speechless for a moment: "I was just looking at my boyfriend."
"That means you must truly love your boyfriend!" Benjamin Smith quickly concluded, "Only someone truly in love would have such a look in their eyes!"
Charles Seymour’s aura suddenly softened; well, this screenwriter named Benjamin Smith wasn’t all that annoying.
"There are plenty of people with true love." Sophie Wilson shook her head with amusement. She truly never thought of acting; it felt a bit distant from her.
"Auntie, this is to help your nephew!" Benjamin Smith’s excited address stunned Sophie Wilson inside and out.
With someone as old as Benjamin Smith calling her Auntie... isn’t that a bit much?
Julian Campbell silently covered his face, took a step to the side, and distanced himself from Benjamin Smith without a word.
"Look, Julian finally found a good script and was about to join the crew to shoot, but he’s just missing a main role, otherwise the show can’t proceed."
"Can you bear to see Julian’s career just end here, stagnating? If his career fails, he’ll be depressed for life, living miserably, forgotten by everyone, lying lonely in a rented room..."
"Oh come on, that’s enough!" Julian Campbell couldn’t bear it any longer and jumped up in anger.
Benjamin Smith was really going overboard.
Even if he didn’t go into acting or get involved in the entertainment industry, his family’s business is enough for him to squander on, right?
Why does it sound like he’s so impoverished that another word from Benjamin Smith and he’d have to jump into a river?
It’s like even living seems like a waste of air.
"No, Auntie, can you bear to see Julian end up like this?" Benjamin Smith hugged Julian, sobbing bitterly.
Sophie Wilson quietly snuggled up to Charles Seymour and sincerely suggested, "Screenwriter Smith, actually, if you stepped in front of the camera yourself, you’d have a bright future."
He cries so easily, and he’s supposedly formally trained, huh?
"Really, Auntie, just go to the set and have a small audition, just a tiny role." Benjamin Smith gestured with his thumb and forefinger, indicating a small gap, "Just this little role."
"If it doesn’t work out, you can just walk away without a word from me!" Benjamin Smith, even at this point, didn’t forget to drag Julian along, "Just take pity on your hopeless nephew and give him a chance."
Concerts are always packed and fans are in the thousands, yet Julian is "pitiful." He looked helplessly at Benjamin Smith, silently turning his head, wondering why he ever got to know this guy.
Gosh, it’s so embarrassing.
Screwing over your own people, that’s shameless!
Sophie Wilson couldn’t help but laugh as she looked at Julian’s hopeless expression and said, "Alright then, I’ll give it a try. If it doesn’t work out, you really can’t blame me."
"No problem, no problem, Auntie, please!" Benjamin Smith was overly eager and ready to lead the way.
"Screenwriter Smith, just call me Sophie Wilson," Sophie Wilson said helplessly. Being called Auntie by someone much older like Benjamin Smith felt... so bizarre.
"Alright, Miss Wilson, we drove here, just follow our car shortly," Benjamin Smith, in a bout of unexplained coldness, instinctively switched to survival mode and automatically chose a safe form of address.