Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 703:

“Alright!” Fannie cut her off, turning to look at Selma with a firm but gentle expression. “Selma, in the future, be more cautious and try not to irritate the director again, okay?”

Fannie reached out to the director, who agreed to a meeting at a hotel close to the set. Judie was keen to accompany her, but Fannie refused.

“If you come along, it might look like we’re teaming up against them. It’s better if you stay here.”

Judie threw Selma a knowing look. “Alright, I’ll keep my eyes on her. Don’t worry.”

Fannie, perplexed by Judie’s concern for Selma, shrugged it off and went to locate the director.

Soon, only Judie and Selma remained in the solitude of the trailer. Selma’s brow furrowed with worry.

“Do you think Fannie can manage it? Should I reach out to Jett?”

“You sure seem cozy with Jett, huh?” Judie scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Selma hesitated, a twinge of guilt crossing her features. “Why does it matter to you? You just got here. I’ve been around since Fannie and Jett were a thing.”

“Oh really? So, who are you closer to—Jett or Fannie?”

“Fannie, of course!”

Judie challenged her, a smirk playing on her lips. “Then why the urge to call Jett? Is he your agent or something?”

“No.”

Judie snorted dismissively. “Come on, we’re all pros here. Why the act? You’re playing games, Selma.”

Selma’s fingers tightened around her phone, her knuckles turning ghostly white. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” Judie replied nonchalantly, her attention focused on picking at her nails. “Just that it’s a shame you’ve only just landed a lead role after four or five years in the business. With your talent, you could be clutching an Oscar by now.”noveldrama

Selma had been itching to call Jett all morning, but Judie’s backhanded compliment made her pause. Meanwhile, Fannie had just reached the hotel and was promptly invited to the director’s room.

Hesitating at his door, she knocked.

The door swung open to reveal the director, clad only in a towel around his waist.

Fannie glanced away awkwardly. “Maybe you should get dressed before we continue this conversation.”

“Oh, sorry about that. Come on in. I just got out of the shower; I’ll be ready in a moment.”

Noticing others in the room, Fannie entered without further thought.

As the director slipped into his clothes, he started the conversation. “Fannie, you’re here regarding Selma’s role, aren’t you? Look, I’ve explained before—it’s not like I intentionally skipped her scenes today. I was just swamped, that’s all.”

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