My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage

Episode 102

Asher Burton was more than just a striking appearance.

A multi-talented performer, he had carved out a name for himself as a superstar who excelled in singing, dancing, and acting.

With his and Katrina’s names attached to a project, success seemed almost guaranteed.

Even a newcomer in the female lead would be thrust into instant stardom, a testament to Silver Elephant Media’s commitment to high-quality production.

Ruby’s concern flickered across her face.

“I read online that ‘Agarwood’ was something you wrote years ago.

Do you still recall the details? I’ve heard Asher can be difficult.

If he disagrees, even Mr.

Rodgers might struggle to secure your role.”

Asher’s reputation preceded him.

Some said he was all high and mighty, while others claimed he maintained an intentional distance to avoid potential scandals.

Elizabeth gave Ruby’s hand a comforting pat.

“Relax.

I know my work like the back of my hand.

Let’s not keep them waiting.”

She wasn’t just another scriptwriter chasing a paycheck back then; every word she wrote carried her dedication.

She knew her own creations inside and out, and no critique or test could catch her off guard.

When they reached the office, Soren wasn’t at his desk.

Instead of the producer himself, a young man lounged dramatically on the sofa, his Balenciaga distressed hoodie and jeans creating an image of calculated indifference.

His legs stretched across half the room, a physical manifestation of his apparent lack of concern.

Sharp facial features and captivating eyes communicated a complex persona—simultaneously playful and forbidding.

He was exactly as unapproachable as the rumors suggested.

Asher’s journey was legendary.

Debuting at 19 with a music group, he had conquered international stages, collecting gold awards and establishing himself as a group leader.

After breaking free from an exploitative agency, he transitioned to a successful solo career, his first romance film solidifying his status as a top-tier talent.

He hadn’t descended from that peak since, and his co-stars were either seasoned pros or rising stars with exceptional skill.

If anyone had a reason to walk with their nose in the air, it was him.

Elizabeth’s arrival drew a brief glance from Asher, his gaze scanning her from head to toe before dismissively returning to his phone.

Just then, Soren stepped out from the inner room with a smile.

“Ah, you’re here.”

Elizabeth didn’t flinch at Asher’s attitude; to her, he was just another cog in the machine of the production.

She walked in confidently, greeting, “Good morning, Mr.

Rodgers, Mr.

Burton.” With a nod toward her companion, she added, “This is my agent, Ruby Curtis.”

Asher straightened with dramatic slowness, his voice laced with sarcasm.

“Are we here to exchange pleasantries or get on with the audition?”

Elizabeth knew her appearance wasn’t universally adored, but such overt hostility from a stranger was unexpected.

She frowned, mentally sifting through her memories for any possible offense.

Nothing surfaced.