She Approved the Split He Fell Apart Novel

154 He Knows

Scarlett’s POV

“That’s your female lead, Aria,” James Deep suddenly turns over, apparently hearing Amilia’s comment on him and apparently, not planning on saying anything about that, “Amilla, you are up in five.”

“Yes, sirl” Amilia makes a face at him and leaves, but not before she winks at me.

I can’t close my shocked open mouth.

For a moment there I really thought I met the young Ava- the pretty, bright, perfect gir nice to you even if just met. But maybe because she plays Ava, I now can’t shake off t behind her smile there are also dark schemes running.

But that’s not even the issue-

“You–you…you chose her?!” I mumble at James Deep, more like talking to myself, “…why?”

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ling that

James Deep shoots me a cocky look: “Are you asking because she fits the image of your female lead?”

I close my mouth. Yep, he totally saw through me and my script. I thought it was a clever twist – everyone knows I’m Mrs. Knight, and everyone knows the story of the Fuller girls with the billionaire. So I thought they would just think I was writing a movie of my own story with myself being the female lead – the perfect princess who was saved by the hero and married him, while trashing the mean sister.

Seeing my look, James Deep nods with understanding, dropping his question as he hints with his jaw: That’s your male lead and the mean sister. Do you want to talk to them before we start?”

I look over, and see a redhead talking with a guy, tall and handsome, curly black hair. He turns and smiles at Amilia when she approaches, and the redhead purses her lips and backs away-

She did that only because they were shooting the reunion scene, but I see myself shying away from Sebastian and Ava back in my school days.

We were just like that. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Ava was the bright blonde, who would be the center of any room. And Sebastian’s full attention would be on her whenever she approached. As if there is a magnet in her that attracts exactly his eyes. And I will be like that girl, back away in silence even if I was in a good conversation with him a moment ago.

The guy

has everything Sebastian had the good look, the hot figure, the stupidly clean eyes that contain wisdom only when Ava isn’t in them. He ought to be the hottest catch in his own school days, I bet. But something is missing. I just don’t know what.

“You don’t like him?”

I blink, only to realize that James Deep has been staring at me this whole time.

“He is good, exactly how I imagined the male lead would be,” I shake my head, dodging his eyes. James Deep is only twenty–something years old, yet I feel like he has a pair of eyes that see through everything.

Huh…” James Deep neither approves nor objects, “this way,” He stands up and I follow his lead to a separate cubical, temporarily built to be the special room of actors, apparently.

154 He Knows

[Oliver Scott), it says on the door.

No way!

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“Mr. Scott?” James Deep knocks on the door with a polite indifference, “Do you have a minute?”

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“Uhh…” I suddenly got nervous. My mind going through the night where I met well, stalked him. We met, we shook hands, and then he left. He might notice a car following him, but he wouldn’t know if that was me, right??? I think I’m just nervous because he was apparently a good friend of Damian Vanderbilt, who is not on my white list right now.

I force a smile. He might not know that I followed him, so I definitely shouldn’t expo

“Yes?” The door opens, and I look up, only to have my smile frozen on my face-

Answering the door is Damian Vanderbilt.

ilt first.

“Who are you?” James Deep frowns. The guy ignores James Deep, looking down at me from behind his thin glasses in a half–oval golden frame for several long seconds before he drops his arm and steps aside.

“This is Damian Vanderbilt, my lawyer,” Oliver Scott comes up to us with a bright smile, introducing his serious–looking friend, “he is here to talk about some private business with me.”

I keep my eyes low, but I can feel Damian Vanderbilt’s eyes nailing on me like two hot burning charcoal.

“Miss Fuller?” He suddenly says, and I can’t help but look up, only to realize my mistake.

“You are Ava Fuller’s sister,” He says, not as a question, but as a statement.

“Adopted sister,” I answer. He knows! He is looking into the necklace and he would know sooner or later. If he meant ill to his own sister, then…I can’t let others take my dangerous position, even if it’s Ava

He narrows his eyes at me: “You followed me the other night, why?”