Twisted Ties of Love
Chapter 316

The agent only felt satisfied when he heard her agree. As he hung up, he gently reminded her to carefully put on some makeup before she went, and not to be late for the audition at two in the afternoon. On the surface, Izabella agreed, but she couldn't help but snicker inside. Makeup for an audition? Did they think she was an idiot?

Plus, the original owner of the body's makeup skills were crappy, and the style the company set for her was mature and sexy.

How could she possibly look mature at just over 20? Not to mention sexy.

Nowadays, people would judge one's character by looks. Bell had heavy makeup, bright red lipstick, and heavy makeup that covered her delicate face. Her body was great, but she didn't have the aura of a mature woman. Wearing low-cut backless clothes only made people think she was deliberately showing off her body.

Izabella checked her wardrobe, picked out a white shirt and jeans to wear. She braided her hair, put on sunglasses and a mask, and only left after making sure she wouldn't be recognized.

This body of hers was quite famous in the entertainment circle.

But the way she became famous was different. Others became famous through their works and were greeted with flowers from fans.

And she became famous for being scolded, when she was recognized by people, all she received was insults and stones.

Izabella took a cab to the audition site. The window was half-open. She leaned against the back of the seat, her shoulder resting on the car door, her gaze casually glancing at the retreating scenery outside the window.

The world had changed a lot in three years. Outside the car window were high-rise buildings, new buses, and many bicycles still on the road.

Izabella got off the car early, bought some bread and water at a bakery, and sorted out the original owner's memories.

Bell had also acted in a school-themed TV drama that didn't require much acting skills. She played a female student in the drama. Her good looks attracted many fans, and the drama scored more than 60 points.

But after she got into trouble, the score of the drama dropped from 68 to 25, even affecting the male actor who co-starred with her.

Izabella stopped recalling and called her agent, "I'm here."

"Wait outside, I'll send Rachel to pick you up."

Izabella waited outside for a while and saw a girl with glasses running out. The girl rubbed her eyes, looked around and didn't find the person she was looking for. She was about to take out her phone to make a call when she saw a figure waving at her from a distance.

The girl, adjusting her glasses and rubbing her eyes, walked over in confusion. It was only when the woman waving at her took off her sunglasses that she reacted.

"Izabella?"

"What's up? Don't recognize me?" Izabella looked at the girl in front of her with a smile. Rachel was the assistant arranged by the company for her. They had a close relationship and was one of the few people who were nice to Bell.

How close was their relationship? Probably the kind where you can borrow money without having to pay it back.

"Izabella, how...how did you become like this?"

"Don't I look good?"

Rachel quickly shook her head. It wasn't that she didn't look good, it was that she looked too good. Izabella's features were delicate, and heavy makeup only made her look less attractive.

Now, without makeup, she was stunning. She was naturally beautiful, and now she had changed her usual bitter image, her smile like sunshine, her eyes cold, making people dare not look directly at her. In short, she was very impressive.

"You look good. I've always said you look much better without makeup, but nobody in the company believes me."

No one didn't like to be complimented. Izabella reached out and touched the girl's head, and Rachel immediately blushed.

"I'll take you to get your number plate."

Mr. York's show was very popular, even the third female lead had many people vying for it. Izabella walked in and saw a long line of people, raising her eyebrows slightly.

Rachel took Izabella to find a staff member, filled out a form, and got a number plate.

It was now one o'clock in the afternoon, the staff member was dozing off in the chair, barely concentrating, and didn't recognize the person in front of her was Izabella.

Seeing a good-looking unfamiliar face, he thought it was a new graduate. Who didn't like pretty girls? The staff member handed over the form with a smile and patiently reminded her where to sign, and even kindly placed a cup of water in a convenient place for her.

The staff member was intentionally staring at the signature position. Seeing the other party quickly sign Izabella, he was stunned.

This was Izabella? Wasn't she supposed to look mature and seductive? When did she change like this? Did she get plastic surgery?

Izabella finished signing and put down the pen, "Is it okay now?"

The staff member was so shocked that he stammered, "Y-yes, it is."

"Give me the number plate."

The staff member handed over the number plate in a daze. By the time he reacted, Izabella had already walked away.

He took out his phone and clicked into a group chat, typing quickly, "I saw a beauty auditioning for the third female role in Blood Ties." "Isn't it normal for you to see beauties at the audition hall? Who's the star?"

"Not normal, not normal at all. That beauty is Izabella."

"Izabella? Are you joking? How could she look good?"

"It's true. I even doubt whether she had plastic surgery. You would know what a beauty is only after you see her without makeup."

"Don't exaggerate, you know people like Izabella ..."

Another person came to get a number plate, and the staff member had to put down his phone helplessly. Even if Izabella looked good, she couldn't wash away her past bad behavior. It was no wonder she was good at seducing men.

There were many people auditioning in Hall 3. Even though Izabella came very early, there were already five people in front of her, all wearing sunglasses and masks.

Rachel whispered in her ear, "The one in the front is Banana Entertainment's Vivian."

Vivian became famous in recent years, with a good figure and good looks. She acted in a TV drama last year and was popular for a while.

Banana Entertainment had nothing else but money. They invested 20 million in this TV drama, so Vivian was very likely to get a role because of this.

The two female celebs behind her were unrecognizable to Izabella. She'd always had a hard time remembering faces, and it took a good while for her to figure out who they were.

No one in showbiz had any respect for the original owner of Izabella's body. Not only was she of questionable character, her acting chops were also mediocre at best. No director in their right mind would give her an audition.

The only reason she was getting a chance to audition this time was because of Kristin's recommendation" But let's be real, pies don't just fall from the sky. Given Kristin's past actions, it was more likely she wanted Izabella to play a supporting role to highlight her own remarkable brilliance.

Too bad, Izabella had turned into a cactus now, and not everyone could touch her anymore.

Izabella was called in for an audition last minute. She hadn't read the original work and her agent said it was all improv. The script would be given on site to prevent leaks.

Izabella found a seat. The same staff member who had given her the number plate earlier came over with a script in hand. He handed it to Izabella without a word, his gaze sneaking peeks at her. Izabella didn't mind; she took the script and thanked him.

The staff member left awkwardly.

"Izabella." Rachel's face was smeared with a smug smile, "That staff member was staring at you the whole time. He probably didn't recognize you just like I didn't. Can you just stay like this forever?" Izabella, flipping through the script, replied, "Haven't I always been like this?"

Maybe she was the only one who thought there wasn't much of a change. Rachel seriously doubted Izabella's aesthetics.

Seeing Izabella engrossed in the script, Rachel didn't want to disturb her and took out her phone to quietly scroll through Twitter.

Izabella had a good memory. She could remember key phrases in an instant, and then slowly piece them together into complete paragraphs.

The female character wasn't likable. She used to be the heroine's friend before entering the palace, but due to her greed and envy, she plotted against the heroine multiple times.

But she wasn't as lucky as the heroine. After the king found out, he threw her into prison where she was tortured and died. Most TV shows needed a villain to highlight the goodness and intelligence of the heroine.

This was the general plot. If she played the role well, from a different angle, the character could be seen as a woman striving for her career. Otherwise, she'd be cursed by netizens.

Izabella thought of a recent incident where an actress was cursed on Twitter for playing a mistress who broke up the heroine's family. They even turned her photo into a memorial picture. Although it showed her acting was good, the negative comments made her extremely depressed.

Not to mention Izabella, who was already universally despised. If she successfully portrayed this character, she might even receive death threats after the show aired.

A good director can make a good actor, and vice versa, a good actor can also influence the director and screenwriter.

After Izabella repeatedly checked the script and confirmed she had memorized it, she put it down and started to get into character. She hadn't eaten all day, so her condition was on point. It wasn't hard to achieve what she wanted.

Rachel was squatting next to her, engrossed in her Twitter feed. Izabella glanced over casually, and her gaze suddenly froze.

"Who is he?" Even she didn't know how shaky her voice was, filled with indescribable emotions.

Rachel looked up in confusion, seeing Izabella staring at the photo on her phone screen, she answered, "That's Mr. Dempsey. What's wrong? Don't tell me you didn't recognize him?"

Izabella's heart ached, her lashes trembling, her eyes staring blankly at the photo on Rachel's phone.

Those far-off memories that had been locked away surged forward, filling her mind like fragile bubbles, momentarily shutting down her senses.

"Cry Baby, don't cry, here's a doughnut for you."

"Come, I'll carry you home."

"Cry Baby, I'm sorry, I can't carry you home this time..."

So, the feelings etched in her marrow were something even God couldn't erase.

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