Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 320 - 216: To Be Remembered by Someone Like Mr. Fairchild

Clearing up without evidence, not clearing up would mean being chased and cursed.

Maeve Lane yawned lightly, "Let them slander, it’s not like I haven’t been slandered before."

"What doesn’t kill me will eventually make me stronger." Maeve was quite open-minded, "Instead of worrying about this, I might as well prepare well for the ’Southern Mountain’ audition, which is tomorrow."

Sarah Sutton hesitated: "But on the ’Southern Mountain’ side, will they still let you audition?"

The level of slander now is several times worse than before.

Just as she finished speaking, Maeve’s phone rang.

It was an unknown number.

As soon as Maeve answered, she heard a man’s voice, "Maeve Lane, how are you preparing?"

"Who is this?"

"I am Owen Osborne, do you remember?"

"I remember, Director Osborne."

Hearing Maeve’s words, Sarah quickly rolled off the bed and leaned beside Maeve, whispering excitedly, "Director Osborne? The one who is as famous as Director Dayne in the film industry!"

Maeve nodded at her.

The voice on the phone continued, "Tomorrow is the audition day, don’t stand me up, I’ll be waiting for you at the film town."

The tone was as if Maeve was the swan about to escape, afraid she might just fly away.

Maeve’s expression remained calm, as if it was just a normal audition.

The two chatted for a bit, and Director Osborne gave some reminders before hanging up.

Sarah was surprised: "Why does Director Osborne want you to go so much? In this situation, shouldn’t he avoid it? Why is he afraid you won’t audition?"

"It might be related to that author." Maeve thought back to what Director Osborne said yesterday, "Yesterday during the event, the person sitting next to me was Director Osborne, he mentioned this matter to me."

Sarah finally let out a sigh of relief, revealing her first smile since last night, "Whether it’s because of the author or not, if you pass the ’Southern Mountain’ audition, immediately join the crew to avoid the storm."

"As an actor, the work is the most important. Look at Fairchild when he debuted, he was questioned and slandered too, but he fought back at the haters with every single work!"

"This time you’re being slandered, everyone who had cooperated with you are being cursed beyond recognition, but Fairchild over there is very peaceful because his status in the circle is unshakeable."

Sarah’s eyes were ambitious, "Maeve, prepare well, acting in a good film is harder than a TV series, the ’Southern Mountain’ team surely won’t be bad, maybe you’ll even get nominated for an Oscar!"

The Oscar is the most authoritative film award both domestically and internationally, highly prestigious, many actresses view this trophy as their lifelong achievement goal.

Maeve had heard of this award as a student, and was somewhat surprised, "You have that much confidence in ’Southern Mountain’?"

"Of course! Look at Director Dayne, just knowing someone of equal and even slightly higher fame than Director Dayne, countless people will want to invest in him, how bad can the team be?"

Sarah couldn’t contain her joy, laughed with hands on her hips, "Let Sylvia Lane envy then, isn’t she just trying to use your return? When she sees the difference in resources, it will make her green with envy!"

Maeve laughed.

...

"Mr. Fairchild, what do you think?"

In the expansive golf course, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed foreigner stood beside two close translators, the question came from one of the translators.

In front of them, Julian Fairchild lightly held the document in his hand and spoke in a calm voice, "This is the result of your discussions?"

His voice was neither loud nor soft, yet the immense pressure made the group involuntarily sweat a few drops.

At this point, another handsome man stepped forward and whispered something in the ear of the handsome Chinese man.

The foreigner seemed to have never seen the usually composed and expressionless Mr. Fairchild display such a terrifying expression, and momentarily forgot to answer his question.

Julian Fairchild coldly said, "Mother gave it to her?"

"It should be." Miles Hughes, having grown up beside Julian Fairchild, was very familiar with the Fairchild Residence, even with the mosaic, he recognized it at a glance.

"Book a ticket, return to the country." Julian narrowed his eyes and strode out of the club.

Miles nodded and then picked up the man’s suit jacket from the sofa, with a fluent smile in English, "Honorable Mr. Gattuso, Mr. Fairchild has matters to attend to back home, today’s conversation ends here."