Aya Winters was momentarily speechless, and her face soured.
Her breakout role was in a period drama—as a famous courtesan from the Warlord Era!
Melody Monroe stood up. "Thank you, Miss Winters. I'll be taking my leave now."
Aya Winters watched Melody Monroe's retreating figure, the fake smile on her face slowly fading.
'Melody Monroe actually looks down on this role?'
'With her current standing, she's still being this picky about her roles?'
'She was giving Melody Monroe a chance. So what if she has a sponsor? Her resources are still terrible! It seems her sponsor isn't all that powerful after all.'
'Countless people would kill for this role!'
What made Aya Winters even angrier was Melody Monroe's sharp retort.
It had been years since she'd been provoked like that!
'How dare she imply that I'm...'
