Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 590

Marshall seemed to be doting on Mignon, offering her water and tissues. Whenever Mignon pointed at the actors on stage to critique them, Marshall would readily agree.

Although Nelly had been away from Istra for many years, she had grown up there and still had many relatives, friends, and even old admirers.

Marshall had been one of Nelly's most ardent pursuers back in the day. But the Morris family was not particularly prominent among Istra's elite, and as an illegitimate son, Marshall couldn't inherit the family fortune, so Nelly had naturally looked down on him.

Who would have thought that after all these years, Marshall would become a famous producer in the industry?

It was a classic male flaw: the one you can't have is always the best. When Nelly returned to Istra, it only took a few words from her to have Marshall fawning over her like a lapdog.

York's films never lacked for funding. But for Nelly's sake, Marshall had kicked out other investors and brought the Powell family on board.

It was also Marshall who had arranged for Mignon to attend the audition as a representative of the investors.

"Mr. Morris, these actresses are average-looking with average skills. Has the entertainment industry really fallen this far?"

Mignon pouted.

Her voice was just loud enough for Director York and screenwriter Cynthia, who were sitting nearby, to hear.

York pretended he hadn't heard anything. Cynthia shot her a disdainful glance but said nothing. Who would waste their time arguing with an idiot?

Marshall looked embarrassed. He picked up a bottle of water and handed it to Mignon. "Mignon, you must be thirsty. Have some water."

What he left unsaid was: Drink more water, talk less.

Mignon clearly didn't get the hint. After a small sip, she continued her critiques of the actors on stage.

York ignored her and focused on directing the audition.

Soon, it was Shirley's turn.

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