Chapter 23 Call Catherine (1/2)
Jack put down his phone. His lips curled into a grin.
He looked at the girl who was desperately holding her tears after his barking.
It was not his fault. Who asked her to introduce herself as the no 1 beauty in the university and the man beside him whispered she's the daughter of the CEO of the university.
So he casually asked her to wipe off the make-up and do 10 different expressions without using any prop.
He furrowed his brows. The crying was pissing him off.
”Out.”
The girl looked at him with her wet eyes her lips quivered.
”Daddy~”
”Sir, maybe we can…”
”Out!”
He threw the water bottle to the wall angrily when it seemed like the girl refused to move from her spot. He glared at everyone.
”Honey, please leave first,” her father begged, feeling the room getting colder.
”But… but…”
”Leave first, Sweetie. Father will talk with him.”
Reluctantly, she finally left the room. Although her face was wet, she was full of anger and humiliation. How dare that man humiliate her in front of her father?
Jack looked at other forms. Still, no one caught his attention.
”Prepare a contract,” he suddenly said.
Everyone looked at him in shock.
”Contract, sir?” one of them choked out.
”Yes.” He didn't add more. He waited until a document was handed to him. He read it for few times, nodding his head in satisfaction.
”Call Catherine in,” he ordered.
”But… but there is no one named Catherine applying for the role,” a woman stuttered.
”She's outside. Just call her name.”
Everyone looked at each other. Catherine? Who was this girl?
”Call her now.”
Jack was getting pissed off again. Why were these people so slow? Shouldn't university people be clever and quick wit?
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When Ryn returned back, she saw a few girls were crying. She cocked an eyebrow and shook her head. Trust him to frighten everyone.
She approached Erine and watched as some girls started to withdraw from the room, too scared to try after so many girls running out crying.
Ryn saw how pale Irene was. She sighed again and patted Irene's shoulder. She knew how nervous and scared Irene was.
”I'm a model. I can do this,” Irene murmured over and over again.
”Yes, you can do-”
”Catherine, please come inside,” a woman walked out from the casting room and looked around.
”Why is she calling you?” Irene was taken back.