Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife

Chapter 351 - 350: Cynthia Young

The office door was closed, making it impossible to see or hear anything inside.

Elaine Vaughn said, "She said she wants to meet you alone. If you don’t meet her requirements, she won’t take you under her wing even if she works at the studio. So, whether you can win her over completely depends on yourself. Bella, good luck."

Unexpectedly, there was an interview, and Bella Acker suddenly became nervous.

Elaine Vaughn smiled and patted her shoulder, comforting her, "Don’t be nervous. Even if it doesn’t work out this time, we can find other ways in the future. But you must give it your all. If she is willing to use her connections and resources on you, your rise to fame won’t be too far off. Good luck!"

"Mm." Bella Acker took a deep breath to quell her nervousness, "Don’t worry, Ms. Flynn, I’ll do my best."

"Off you go." Elaine Vaughn then knocked on the door.

"Knock, knock."

The door knocked, and a rather cool female voice came from inside, "Come in."

Elaine Vaughn opened the door and said, "Asia, she’s here."

Cynthia Young put down the pen in her hand and stood up, speaking formally, "Please, come in."

Bella Acker nodded and walked in, while Elaine Vaughn made a cheering gesture behind her before closing the door.

This office was quite large, with frosted glass walls on three sides, providing plenty of warm light. But as Bella Acker walked in, she felt incredibly pressured.

It was as if an invisible aura was pressing on her nerves, forcing her to be extremely attentive to avoid mistakes.

Bella Acker nodded politely, "Hello, Ms. Young."

"Hello." Cynthia Young responded, her eyes scanning Bella Acker up and down.

Image packaging, zero!

Coping ability, zero!

Appearance and temperament, if a perfect score is one hundred, she could only give Bella a barely passing grade of sixty.

Cynthia Young slightly frowned and gestured to a corner for guests, "Please sit. Would you like coffee or black tea?"

"Black tea."

Bella Acker sat down. Cynthia Young brought over a cup of coffee and a cup of black tea, placing the black tea in front of herself and the coffee in front of Bella.

Bella Acker was stunned for a moment and looked up at her.

"You like black tea?" Cynthia Young asked.

"Compared to coffee, yes, I prefer black tea." Bella Acker answered honestly. She didn’t understand why people like Damian preferred coffee, which was so bitter and not tasty at all.

"Alright, from today on, you will only drink coffee in public." Cynthia Young said.

"Huh?" Bella Acker was puzzled, not quite grasping it.

"As a public figure, your external image needs to be deliberately packaged and portrayed. Because once you take this path, your every move is destined to be amplified indefinitely, and it will be mimicked." Cynthia Young explained, "Therefore, you need an image different from your usual self."

Bella Acker knew that celebrity artists had images crafted by agency teams, but she didn’t realize it extended to what they drank.

Cynthia Young continued, "I know you don’t particularly like coffee, and you’re not that fond of black tea. You probably prefer juices and soft drinks. But from now on, except for freshly squeezed juice, all other soft drinks are off-limits."

Bella Acker, who was just dazed earlier, finally caught on to the message.

She tentatively asked, "Ms. Young, are you willing to take me on?"

Cynthia Young looked at her and said, "Without those eyes of yours, I wouldn’t take you on, even if I promised Mr. Flynn in advance."