Chapter 44 Just a Weakling

Who does he think he is!? "I'm this year's Golden Bull Award Best Actor!" Charles Jackson exploded, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at the chief director. "Is that good enough!?" He couldn't understand—why!? What kind of status did this man have, that even the most upright chief director in the industry would bend the rules so shamelessly for him? "Golden Bull Award Best Actor?" The man beside Lila Cross let out a soft chuckle. "I doubt that." The moment the words left his mouth, the chief director instantly realized: Charles Jackson's chance at the award was gone. He snorted coldly, his attitude toward Charles turning even more icy. "This year's Golden Bull Award results haven't even been announced yet!" "What kind of Best Actor are you?" He turned to the chief screenwriter. "Revise it according to this gentleman's request!" Then he shot Charles a piercing glare. "If you don't want to act, pay the penalty and leave!" "There are plenty of male actors desperate for this role!" C