Part 3Custom Made for My Wife

The call was placed. Two rings. Then, it was declined.

The studio fell into a painful silence.

[The ultimate face-slapping!]

[Sponsor A at least picked up. Sponsor B just hung up on her. He probably guessed he was being recorded.]

[Look at her face. This is the variety show moment of the decade!]

The host waited for the chatter to peak before speaking.

"Summer, two rejections. We have a penalty for that."

Before I could speak, Bella piped up. "We’re all girls here. Summer is already having a hard time. Let’s skip the penalty."

"When my dad gets here, I'll ask him to give everyone a big bonus, okay?"

The few people supporting me in the chat disappeared.

Everyone was on Team Bella.

Director-level people who usually praised my acting were now keeping their distance.

The entertainment industry is a shark tank. One wrong move and you're at the bottom.

Bella Sterling was the "Princess of the Coast." No one wanted to offend her.

I had always been low-profile because I wanted people to judge my acting, not my family.

The result: my acting was top-tier, but I couldn't even prove who I was.

Suddenly, "Sponsor B" called back.

The studio went silent again.

I answered. A deep, magnetic voice filled the room.

"Princess, I’m sorry. I didn't mean to hang up."

"My assistant had my phone. I’ve already docked his bonus for a week. Can you forgive us?"

The voice was noble, yet it carried a hint of... desperation.

[Wait... that voice... why does it sound so much like Silas?]

[Don't be ridiculous. Have you ever heard Silas Thorne sound so submissive?]

[I bet Summer hired a voice actor. So calculated! I bet 100 bucks a Silas lookalike shows up later.]

I was about to invite him when Bella laughed.

"Summer, if you can't find someone, don't force it."

"Even if the voice is similar, won't you get exposed when he shows up?"

Usually, guests weren't allowed to interrupt a call, but the host didn't stop Bella.

"Bella, you're too kind. You don't want to see Summer embarrassed."

"Summer, tell you what. Call someone else, and we’ll let you go."

The whole show reeked of "mean girl" energy.

I checked the chat and sighed. Modern netizens were too easy to fool.

Back in my college days, we would have Googled every detail and found the truth in minutes...

Silas guessed I was recording. He chuckled. "Are they bullying my girl?"

Bella cut in with a sweet voice. "Sir, we’re actually helping Summer."

"She’s building a persona for the audience, and it’s going to crash. I’m warning her for her own good. And I’m warning you not to be fooled by her face."

"Heh," Silas’s voice turned ice-cold. He hung up immediately.

I could picture him in his office, eyebrows raised in annoyance.

The host was still trying to figure out what to do.

I looked at my vibrating phone. "He’s coming," I said simply.