Chapter 389
In this so–called nationwide selection for trainees, Hackett Entertainment had already decided that only Cathy, Wendy, Dorothy, and Maeve would truly be murtured.
Maeve had known all along that the entertainment industry
y was merely a plaything in the elite.
However, she hadn’t expected even the nationwide selection to be predetermined.
That evening, Maeve returned to her apartment and collapsed wearily onto the sofa.
Just a visit to Hackett Entertainment today had left her feeling that Hackett Group was truly extraordinary.
It was just a subsidiary entertainment company, yet its operations were so proficient.
Otherwise, how could her small company lead newcomers into the entertainment industry and expand international business on its own?
Maeve’s phone rang as it displayed an incoming call from Bryce.
She answered the call as she felt exhausted, “Hello?”
“I heard you’ve signed with Hackett Entertainment.”
Bryce’s voice carried his usual light–hearted smile.
“Yeah,” Maeve replied, sitting up. “I’m starting to regret having you sign with Mirage Group now.”
“Why’s that?”
“If you had joined Hackett Entertainment, you would’ve had an Incredible future ahead.”
There was a brief silence on the other end before Bryce spoke again, “Don’t forget about our agreement. I’m only your partner.”
“How could I forget? I don’t plan on letting anyone else have you. You’re my money–maker, and you’re staying in my pocket.”
A soft chuckle came from the other end of the line.
“Did you call me this late just to ask about that
“I’m going to Hackett Entertainment tomorrow.”
Maeve frowned, then turned on her phone and put it on speaker.
She carefully examined the schedule Bryce’s manager had sent her. “There’s no mention of Hackett Entertainment in your itinerary, Why are you coming?” Her tone was filled with suspicion.
“Mr. Hackett has called me personally. He wants me to teach you guys about the hard rules of the entertainment industry.”
“Ugh, Levi again…”
Wasn’t the head of the Hackett family supposed to be super busy? Maeve wondered.
Why was he so obsessed with her?
Maeve rolled her eyes in exasperation. “If you come after me during training tomorrow, you’re dead.”
With that, she hung up the phone.
The next morning, before dawn even broke, the doorbell rang. When Maeve opened the door, several women in business attire walked in. “Ms. Scott, Mr. Hackett has instructed us to help you pack your bags.”
“Pack my bags? For what?” Maeve asked,
“You will be staying at the Hackett Entertainment’s trainee dormitory from now on.”