Chapter 347 Training Class
Greenwood Hotel was a small, family-run place, with most of the front desk staff being friends and relatives of the manager.
The receptionist hesitated. "We can't share guest info, but I remember his name is Artie Romero. He's tall and strong."
Sophie left the hotel, repeating the name Artie Romero in her head. She got into a taxi, tears streaming down her face. She felt so wronged and had no one to talk to, so she just cried quietly.
The driver glanced at her. "Miss, what's wrong? Breakup? Don't cry."
Sophie cried harder. Last night, she went to the Imperial Nightclub for a friend's birthday. As she was leaving, she felt a sharp pain in her head and blacked out. She had no idea how she ended up in the hotel.
Natalie looked at the fully stocked fridge and knew Rosalie had lied.
Rosalie, usually frugal, wouldn't buy more groceries with a full fridge. She never wasted a penny.
Natalie thought, 'Why did Mom lie? What's her reason?'
She couldn't figure it out.
At noon, Natalie was prepping to cook. She grabbed some tomatoes for spaghetti and noticed half a bowl of chicken soup and a cooked chicken in the pot.
Natalie frowned.
Rosalie wouldn't leave just half a bowl of soup for Natalie, and she knew Rosalie couldn't handle greasy food. She must have given it to someone.
Rosalie didn't know many people in Vachilit. She mostly stayed home, cooking and taking care of the Cullen family.
For a moment, Natalie felt like she didn't know her mom anymore.
Her phone buzzed, snapping her back to reality.
Natalie checked her phone. It was Kevin calling.
She answered quickly, "Mr. Alexander, it's Natalie from last time..."
Kevin interrupted, "I remember you, Natalie. You've made up your mind, right? The entertainment industry is tough, but you're perfect for it. I knew it the first time I saw you; you belong here."
Natalie had the perfect look for the industry. Her pure aura and spirited acting made her stand out.
Natalie said, "Mr. Alexander, if you have any suitable roles, please recommend me."
Kevin replied, "Sure, no problem."
After hanging up, Natalie sighed in relief.
The die was cast and there was no turning back.
In the afternoon, Natalie searched online for acting schools. She didn't graduate from a film school and needed training. Her acting was spirited but lacked technique and experience.
But after browsing for a while, she couldn't find a suitable school.
She glanced at her phone and saw a message forwarded by Samuel.
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