"Mr. Wright, Erwin Jackson is an artist you've nurtured like a precious treasure, and he has been so successful under your guidance. You must be too busy protecting him to even think about letting him get abused!"
Lyra Smith had her heart set on the idea, but she was still rational.
She guessed that this might be a trap set by Jenson Wright to get her to sign with him.
In front of cunning people, they often dangle massive temptations just to turn a cold face once you sign. Erwin Jackson is not a newcomer. How could he possibly be abused with the treatment he gets as the beloved son?
Jenson Wright had already anticipated Lyra's response. He picked up his tea, sipped it, and said, "Honestly, I prefer your appearance first and foremost. The aesthetic of female leads in historical dramas has declined in recent years, and we need someone as attractive as you to rescue it."
Lyra raised her hand to interrupt: "Mr. Wright, get to the point."
"Alright, here's the real point,"
