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Chapter 348

Chris’s first job back home was arranged for him by The Star.

The Star is going to help him release an album, first record a single to test the waters.

When they got home, they had to pack their luggage and rush to J City without stopping.

Chris finished packing and went to find Jolene, who just happened to finish packing and was closing

the suitcase.

He found that she put several wigs on the sofa instead of putting them in the box, so he asked, “You

don’t wear wigs this time?”

“What’s none of your business?” She stood up with difficulty and looked at the wig on the sofa.

Yes, she wasn’t going to bring a wig this time.

Someone has already made Jolene, so she can be her Jane in a down–to–earth manner.

No more heavy makeup like a Japanese geisha.

There is no need to stick false eyelashes as big as cattail fans.

From yourself to another person, and back to yourself.

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It’s roundabout and unnecessary.

But it has happened.

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They returned to J City, and this time The Star arranged accommodation, a hotel not far from The Star.

I took a short break that day, and went to The Star the next morning to meet the music director, have a

chat, test the sound, and then record the song.

Actually, before coming here, Jolene thought that she might meet Bowen.

But she just guessed, she didn’t expect to meet her.

Not long after they sat down in the vice president’s office, the vice president had just made an opening

remark, and before he got to the point, he heard footsteps coming from the door.

The vice president looked up and glanced behind Jolene and the others, and stood up involuntarily.

“Mr. Evert.”

Jolene’s heart tightened, she was so engrossed in listening to the vice president just now, she didn’t

pay attention to the movement outside the door.

Now without looking back, the familiar breath invaded from behind her.

It’s been a long, long time since I’ve had a face–to–face meeting with Bowen.

In fact, it was only two months, not long.

Then, she heard Bowen’s voice.

“Passing by here for a meeting, I heard that Chris is coming to audition, so I came to have a look.”

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Bowen’s footsteps approached slowly, then brushed past her, and circled in front of her.

The vice president hurriedly stood up and introduced them: “Vice president, this is Chris. You have met

him before. This is his manager, Jane.”

Jolene kept her eyes down, but when the vice president mentioned herself, she raised her head.

Adjust your breathing, raise the corners of your lips, and reveal a bright and signature smile.

“Mr. Evert, hello, we’ve met before.” She also got up and held out her hand to Bowen: “I’m really sorry,

last time I was allergic and got pimples on my face, it’s too presumptuous.”

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His eyes slowly moved from her hands to her face.

She still has such a delicate face, but the mole on the tip of her nose has disappeared.

He reached out, too, and took Jolene’s hand.

The fingers of both of them were a little cold, and when they touched each other, they didn’t know who

trembled,

Still, they trembled a bit.

Jolene wanted to pull back quickly, but Bowen didn’t let go of her hand.

The hands of the two of them were hanging over the desk like this.

It’s kind of weird and embarrassing.

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Sam was a little surprised, but he didn’t dare to ask more questions, and looked at their hands hanging

in midair in wonder.

“Mr. Evert.” Jolene could only remind him in a low voice, “Is there any problem?”

“Oh.” He just let go, and responded lightly: “I’m sorry, I lost my composure. The main reason is that

Jane looks very similar to a friend of mine.”

“I’m the face of the public.” She withdrew her hand, her fingertips were a little stiff, and she couldn’t

bend it. “There are quite a lot of people who look like me.”