Transmigrated as The Best Female Character of the Year

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...’

”Aya Winters, why did you have to go and provoke Melody Monroe? Her popularity is soaring right now. One more good role to solidify her position, and she’ll be firmly established in the entertainment industry.” The crucial part was that Melody Monroe was very young, only twenty-two.

”She has someone backing her, and you’ve offended her before we even know the details. What if...”

”What if, what?” Aya Winters retorted.

The agent choked on his words, not daring to say more.

He knew Aya Winters was jealous of Melody Monroe.

Because of Evan Fairchild.

Evan Fairchild had actually taken the initiative to give Melody Monroe his business card and even asked her to treat him to a meal. Aya Winters was going mad with jealousy!

Aya Winters had been stewing over this matter recently.

Her collaboration with Starfall hadn’t even been finalized before some lowly assistant tore up the contract! She had been holding in her anger for so long without any way to vent it.

’She also felt a pang of regret. If she hadn’t been so arrogant that day and had just finalized the collaboration first, would she have to worry about not having a chance to get close to Evan Fairchild later?’

’Who knew how that little assistant had embellished the story.’

’She hadn’t collaborated with Starfall, so Starfall had turned its attention to Melody Monroe instead!’

’That must be it! Could it be that Melody Monroe is terminating her contract with Stellaris?’

Melody Monroe’s resources at Stellaris weren’t great; otherwise, she wouldn’t have ended up in a position where she had to film this kind of show.

She had been with Stellaris for so many years and knew the company very well.

With Christopher Sterling married and Lana Sheffield suspecting Melody Monroe of hooking up with him, there was no way Stellaris would pour resources into promoting her. Even with Rose Shaw as Stellaris’s executive president, it would be useless.

She kept wondering about Evan Fairchild’s intentions.

Evan Fairchild was always embroiled in scandals, but this time, he was the one actively pursuing Melody Monroe.

’Is this a marketing strategy from Starfall?’

’Do they want to poach Melody Monroe and invest everything in building her up?’

’But would Evan Fairchild really need to get involved personally?’

Of course, the publicity generated by Evan Fairchild himself was better than any marketing campaign.

”No matter who Melody Monroe’s sponsor is, as long as it’s not Evan Fairchild, what do I have to be afraid of?” Aya Winters said suddenly.

”Shawn Fisher is already married. And he’s a cradle robber, snatching up that little girl he’d raised for years! That girl is the absolute darling of the Fisher Family. Shawn Fisher wouldn’t dare to cheat so openly. If Melody Monroe ever tried to scheme her way into his life, the Fisher Family alone would be enough to make her suffer a miserable fate!”

”The Rockwell Family would never let a mere actress marry into their family. Master Rockwell is just playing around. How long can a man’s interest in a new woman last?”

”What if... the sponsor is Evan Fairchild?” the agent dared to ask.

”Impossible!” Aya Winters snapped. ”Do you think Melody Monroe is even in his league?”

...

Evan Fairchild glanced at the time, his brow furrowing slightly.

’Does a meal really need to take this long?’

He looked at Bunny, sprawled out on the sofa, his expression one of utter disdain!