To Theo, it was clear that Miranda had once had feelings for him. Her downfall, he suspected, was a result of her unrequited love for him.


    Back then, he didn''t think there was anything wrong with making Miranda''s feelings public, but if she really spiraled because of him, he couldn''t help but feel a twinge of moral guilt.


    Miranda couldn''t help butugh at his words. To Theo, thatugh felt more like mockery, and his face darkened.


    Miranda gave Theo a once-over, her gaze frank and unapologetic. "Thanks for showing me the diversity of the species."


    Just as Theo was about to retort, Arabe pulled him aside. "Why are you wasting your breath on her?" Arabe was clearly displeased. She couldn''t fathom why Theo had anything to say to Miranda.


    At that moment, the director was also calling them over to get started.


    Arabe headed towards the set. As she moved, Miranda stood tall and walked forward too.


    The director noticed Arabe''s fashion-forwardb coat, her voluminous curls, and perfectly applied makeup, and he frowned slightly, his expression turning cold.


    "Let''s start," he said, his tone indifferent.


    But it wasn''t Arabe who stepped onto the set first. Another actress, dressed in a in whiteb coat, took the lead.


    She stepped in front of Arabe, seamlessly entering the scene. By this time, everyone was in position, and the cameras had started rolling!


    The scene was a portrayal of a female doctor receiving an urgent call and rushing into the operating room, all performed without actual props.


    The young woman swiftly donned theb coat, buttoning it up in a sh, not even bothering to smooth out the wrinkles.


    Though there were no props, her actions of "putting on" her gear were incredibly skillful and practiced. Her expression was focused, devoid of any unnecessary drama, and even her walk exuded a sense of purpose.


    "Who is she?" the director''s eyes lit up with interest.


    The assistant whispered, "Her name''s Miranda. It was actually her turn now, but Ms. Hawk here jumped the line."


    Arabe was flustered, calling out immediately, "Director! It''s clearly my turn to perform! What does she know about acting? Get her off the set!"


    The assistant was about to call Miranda off, but the director stopped him.


    "Let her continue, don''t interrupt," he said, his eyes glued to the camera.


    Arabe was furious at being refused, ring at Miranda, who had stolen her spotlight.


    Was Miranda really auditioning for the role of the female doctor? What gave her the right?!


    But soon, all attention was on the "doctor" on set.


    In her performance, they could feel the true allure of the profession.


    She rushed into the operating room, executing each procedure with precision and confidence, as if she truly belonged in that world.


    Even the subtle expressions during the "surgery" drew in everyone watching, making them feel the tension with her.


    She was frighteningly familiar with each step and movement of the surgery. A cool,petent, and professional female doctor was vividly brought to life before them.


    Just her performance made the character captivating, not to mention her striking features andposed demeanor which added even more appeal.


    "Cut!"


    When the audition ended, most of the crew burst into apuse.


    Professional! So damn professional!


    Miranda walked down from the set, her hands casually tucked into her pockets. Her small gestures and aura were exactly like the specialist doctors seen in hospitals.


    Was she really this into character?


    Miranda primarily studied medicine, and she also had a background in surgery.


    In a previous life, she had spent years studying at a top medical school, researching to extract the best from the field while discarding the rest.


    Eventually, her family had dragged her back, worried she''d inadvertently win a medical award, throwing the family dynamics out of bnce.