The Big Shot's Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy

Chapter 62: Standards for Choosing a Spouse

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After Elsa finished introducing the matter, Lucia fell silent for a moment before asking Emily, “Are you sure about the information?”

“Certainly accurate,” replied Emily. “It’s info leaked from within Spotlight that just hasn’t been made public yet.”

“Really?” Lucia said. Why didn’t she know? Why had no one told her?

“Yeah,” Emily said. “And the international supermodel’s contract as spokesperson is due to expire this November. They’re definitely going to need a new one.”

On the side, Elsa nodded vigorously like a little chicken pecking at rice.

Emily continued, “When they chose the supermodel as their spokesperson, it was to gain international stature. Now that they have a stable position and the contract is ending, many of their designs are better suited for a domestic spokesperson.”

“Right, right,” Elsa chimed in.

“So, what? You want me to try out to be their spokesperson?” Lucia inquired.

“Yeah, why not seize the opportunity,” said Emily.

“Emily,” Lucia replied, “I’m not famous now, and I don’t have any iconic work. If I become a spokesperson, have you ever thought about how badly I’d get criticized?”

“Fame is indeed important,” Emily agreed, “but you have a face and figure unparalleled in the entertainment industry. You have no idea how striking and eye-catching your face truly is.” Elsa nodded like a pestle once again.

Lucia:

“If I worked for Spotlight, I would definitely choose you,” Emily said. “High-end accessories paired with the ultimate beauty will surely achieve synergistic results.”

Elsa’s nodding ability went back online.

Lucia looked at the two of them somewhat speechlessly.

“Lucia, listen to me on this. We have to seize the opportunity and deal with future matters later,” said Emily. “All the artists are vying for this endorsement; we can’t fall behind.’

Emily lowered her voice and said, “Amelia Miles has the same idea. She has several dance masterpieces under her belt and has won a few awards. Olivia plans to market her well in the coming days, boosting her popularity and creating a more classical image.”

Lucia:

“Her classical dance is really good, and her image aligns well with some of Spotlight’s designs,” Emily explained. “Even she wants to fight for it, so we can’t give up. What if we end up being chosen?”

“If that happens, Felix Baker must be blind,” Lucia calmly assessed.

Emily looked at her, obviously not wanting to give up this opportunity.

Seeing her like this, Lucia moved her lips but finally advised, “Well… don’t get your hopes up too high.”

“Don’t worry, this is what I do for a living,” Emily responded.

Later, Lucia exchanged contact information with Elsa, telling her to come to the drama crew in two days, and then let her leave first.

After Elsa left, Lucia looked at Emily and asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Huh?”

“Your face looks terrible,” Lucia said.

“Really? I didn’t notice,” Emily touched her face. “Did I put on too much

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Seeing her dodge the question, Lucia directly grabbed her wrist. Emily winced,

“Lucia. ”

“How did this happen?”

Emily’s wrist was red and swollen.

“I tripped while holding my daughter and accidentally hit it,” explained Emily.

While this explanation was true, the preceding sentences were obviously covering something up. Since she refused to expand further, Lucia didn’t press for more information.

“If you need any help, let me know,” Lucia said. “Give me your address, I have some medicine at my place, and I’ll send it over.”

“Okay, thanks,” Emily smiled. “I’ll text you my address in a bit.”

As Lucia descended from the upper floor, she saw Liam awaiting her and couldn’t help but furrow her brow.

“Lady Zane,” Liam approached her immediately. “Are you done with your work?

Would you like to join me for afternoon tea?”

Lucia let out a sigh: “Mr. Davis, you don’t meet my standards for a partner, we’re not a good match.”

“Standards? How would you know I don’t meet them without getting to know me?” Liam countered. “Tell me about your standards.”

Daisy Zane walked out, saying, “At least six foot three, slender waist, fair-skinned legs, exceptionally handsome, unique temperament, comes from a wealthy family, with his own career. A pleasant voice, and most importantly, can sing opera, preferably Peking opera.”

As she finished speaking, Daisy involuntarily curved her lip.

“Peking, Peking opera?” Liam Davis, who was only about six-foot-one, looked a little blank now.

“Yes, Peking opera.”

“Must, must they all be met?” Liam Davis asked, “Is there such a person? You’re not lying to me, are you?”

“They all must be met.” Daisy lowered her head and called a car, this time, someone quickly accepted the ride, “So, Mr. Davis, we are not suitable. Look for someone else.”

Liam didn’t say anything, his head a little muddled, as he silently followed Daisy as they waited for the car on the side of the road.

Meanwhile, on the nineteenth floor of Maple Elite Entertainment, Amelia Miles was watching the two’s retreating figures, and the look in her eyes grew darker bit by bit.

Kevin Clark stayed busy for several days after returning to the Imperial Capital. By the time he returned to Truro City, Daisy had already gone back to the drama crew and had been filming for a few days.

Although they did not meet in person, the two talked on the phone every day.

This brought some consolation to Kevin Clark’s heart, even though he was far away in the Imperial Capital.

Daisy’s return to the drama crew with Anisa Cooper saved her a lot of trouble. Anisa was very clever and efficient in her work, and she was a very happy part-timer.

She was happy every day.

She seemed to be careless, but she was actually a very delicate person.

Seeing Anisa’s smiling face every day, Daisy felt that her acting job was a little bit easier.

That day, Daisy was playing a scene where she was captured and subjected to torture.

Riley Maxwell was an undercover agent whose identity was suspected, so she was captured for questioning, and George Dunn was the one responsible for interrogating her.

When Kevin came to visit the set, he saw Daisy tied to a frame, wearing light-colored, tattered clothes stained with blood plasma.

Her face was also covered in blood plasma, with several wounds, and her hair was messy.

According to the director’s assistant’s explanation, they had just filmed a scene where she was beaten.

Kevin’s expression was not very good, as he kept watching Daisy from the equipment. The pace of the director’s assistant’s breathing slowed down.

His attention was all on Daisy, so he didn’t hear the call for action. That’s why when George splashed a bucket of water on Daisy, Kevin’s eyebrows furrowed deeply. In that instant, a fierce aura spread out from him as the center.

A few people around shuddered in fear.

Daisy choked on a few mouthfuls of water and cursed at George. But George was afraid of exposing his identity as well, so he didn’t show any mercy. He released Daisy from the wooden frame where she was tied.

He grabbed her arm, dragged her to the tub, and forced her head into the water, saying, “Tell me, what’s your purpose in coming here? Who’s your contact, and where are they?!”

Only then did he pull Daisy up.

Daisy coughed several times, and that stunningly beautiful face was drowned, but still had a touch of disabled beauty. She said weakly, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve been framed, someone set me up….”

Before she could finish her words, George pushed her back into the water. After four or five times of going back and forth, the director finally called “cut.”

Daisy sat directly on the ground, coughing. In order to achieve a realistic effect and save the trouble of acting, she purposely choked on quite a bit of water.

Although it was indoors, the weather was a little chilly now, and it had just rained in the morning. She had been splashed with water and dunked in the tub, so she was really cold.

George’s assistant and Anisa both rushed over immediately to give Daisy a towel. Anisa wrapped her up with a towel and then hugged her directly, with teary-red eyes, “Daisy.”

“Cough, cough, cough, cough… it’s fine.”

“Wipe her hair for her,” George said from the side.

George’s assistant picked up the towel to wipe Daisy’s hair, but before he could touch her, someone grabbed his wrist and took the towel away.

He glanced to the side and saw an incredibly handsome man crouching on the ground, wiping Daisy’s hair.

His face didn’t look good, but his movements were gentle..