Chapter 737 An Unbelievable Look
Rosaline’s POV:
Finished
I turned to see Yvette still starstruck, her eyes wide and unblinking as she stared at Byron. Giving her arm a gentle pat, I tried snapping her out of it but she just kept gaping at him, utterly dumbfounded.
Byron shot me a questioning look, to which I could only shrug helplessly.
With a sigh, he crossed his arms and leaned slightly toward Yvette, tilting his head. “Uh… hello?”
That finally snapped Yvette back to reality–just as she realized Byron was suddenly right there. Her face flushed scarlet, and she scrambled backward–only to bump into some equipment behind her, nearly toppling over.
I moved to steady her, but Byron was faster, grabbing her wrist to pull her upright.
“You good?” he asked before letting go and wandering back to his workstation.
Yvette, now mortified, bowed repeatedly. “I–I’m so sorry! That was so clumsy of me-”
Byron ran a hand over his equipment, sighing dramatically. “Damn. Was kinda hoping you’d broken something.”
“Eh?” Yvette blinked in confusion, not understanding what he meant.
She couldn’t help but turn to me, her eyes pleading for help.
Byron, meanwhile, turned around, ruffling his already messy hair. “If it was wrecked, I could’ve finally upgraded. Rosaline, you know I’ve been eyeing that new setup … ”
His gaze slid to me expectantly.
I arched a brow. “Then upgrade.”
That perked him right up. Grinning, he clasped his hands. “It’s expensive though. Maybe an … advance on my bonus?”
I snorted. “Bonus? You’re lucky I don’t dock your entire salary for all the deadlines you’ve missed.”
Byron clutched his chest. “Rosaline, I haven’t had a decent meal in weeks. Do you know why?”
Ignoring his theatrics, I waved him off. “Enough. We’re here on business. This is Yvette.”
At her name, Yvette stiffened like a soldier and nervously introduced herself to Byron. “H–hi! I’m Yvette. My name means ‘hope‘ …”
Her cheeks were flushed, but she couldn’t hide the excitement in her eyes.
Byron studied her and said slowly, “If you want an autograph, grab a pen.”
He even held out his hand, waiting for Yvette to hand over a pen and paper. He looked completely serious.
I smacked his arm down. “Stop messing around. She’s a potential new artist.”
That got a lazy blink from him. “Then why bring her to me?”
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Chapter 737 An Unbelievable Look
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Suddenly, his eyes widened. “You’re not making me mentor someone, are you?”
“I wouldn’t sabotage my own company like that,” I deadpanned,
I knew Byron too well–he’d just use a traince as an excuse to slack off.
The last time I’d foolishly assigned him a protégé still haunted me.
Yvette tugged my sleeve then, whispering, “11–he’s really Byron Garcia? The musician?”
Byron pointed at his face, feigning offense. “Do I look like some knockoff?”
Yvette flapped her hands. “N–no! I just meant… you’re different from online photos…”
Chuckling, Byron turned back to me. “If not for mentoring, why’s she here?”
“Recording help,” I said.
He slumped into a chair. “Let me guess–you want me to produce her debut album?”
I snapped my fingers. “Look at you, being perceptive for once. I want you to listen to her sing. If you think she’s got it, I hope you’ll help produce Yvette’s debut album.”
Before Byron could react, Yvette nearly jumped out of her skin. “A–album? … Me?”
I nodded matter–of–factly. “Obviously. If you sign with us, as one of our artists, you’ll need to release an album.”
“Really?” Her eyes shone.
“So? Want to join Starplay?” I smiled warmly at her. “As long as you’re devoted to this, I’ll make you a star.”
“Damn. You never take a personal interest like this. Sure she’s not your secret cousin?” Byron cut in.
His gaze darted between us before he suddenly lunged towards Yvette’s.
Yvette was startled, but she saw that Byron was deadly serious. He said, “Okay, real talk–can you convince Rosaline to give me that bonus?”
Yvette shrank back as she squealed, “I’m not a nepotism baby…
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“Then how?” Byron rubbed his chin. “She doesn’t scout randoms, especially not ones she drags straight to me. Where’d you meet?”
“Um…” Yvette hesitated, glancing at me. “At a bar.”
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