Ch. 318: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 318

Chapter 318

Norah and Sasha were stunned.

“Cancel the production? Why?” Norah asked.

Nellie smiled faintly. “I’m not some famous director. I’ve made a few documentaries that won awards, but they didn’t earn much. I spent five years writing this script, but I couldn’t find investors. Without funding, I can’t move forward. The competition is fierce—thousands of scripts are submitted, and no one cares about mine. I tried to finance it myself, but the funds ran dry. It’s impossible to make it happen now.”

Norah nodded, starting to understand.

“Your script is excellent,” Norah said, trying to encourage her. “Both Sasha and I think it’s beautifully written.”

“Don’t give up!” Sasha added, echoing Norah’s sentiment. “You’ve got our support.”

Nellie smiled, clearly moved by their words, but the reality was hard to ignore. “Thank you, but I need money to bring this script to life. I’m not giving up, but for now, I just want to focus on earning enough to make it happen.”

Her determination was evident, but so was the weight of her challenges.

“When I do get to produce it, you’ll be the first I call for auditions,” Nellie said, looking at Sasha. “You were the first to believe in it.”

Sasha smiled. “Your script is incredible. Don’t doubt yourself. Just because the current system favors trending names doesn’t mean you can’t break through.”

Nellie chuckled softly, comforted by their encouragement.

Norah wasn’t ready to give up either. “How much would it take to make this show?”

“At least $50 million,” Nellie said, her voice tinged with resignation. “I can’t even imagine getting close to that amount.”

Without hesitation, Norah declared, “I’ll be your first investor. This project will happen, and it will be done perfectly.”

Nellie’s eyes widened. “You have that kind of money?”

“Enough to start,” Norah said firmly. “And I hate unmet expectations. This production is going to happen.”

Nellie’s excitement overflowed as she embraced Norah. “You’re amazing! You’re my savior! You’ve made my dream of becoming a director possible!”

Though unaccustomed to such displays of affection, Norah smiled and accepted the hug.

Sasha chimed in, “I’ll waive my fee—consider it my contribution to your dream.”

Nellie’s eyes brimmed with tears. “Are you serious? Sasha, you’re incredible! I can’t thank you enough.”

Wiping her tears, Nellie added, “To be honest, I based this script on your personality, Sasha. I always envisioned you as the lead.”

“What are the odds?” Norah mused. “We were meant to cross paths.”

Nellie’s resolve solidified. “I promise, I’ll give it everything I’ve got. I won’t let you down!”

For Nellie, Norah and Sasha were the first people to truly believe in her vision, and she would never forget their kindness.

Meanwhile, Norah had emptied her savings to make this gamble. The weight of her decision hit her like a cold wave, making her tremble slightly as she walked out of Nellie’s studio.

Sasha noticed. “You were so confident earlier. Are you regretting this now?”

“No regrets,” Norah replied, though her voice was shaky. “I just never thought I’d be in this position. I used to be a secretary, and now I’m making a $50 million gamble. It’s terrifying.”

Sasha placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “You’re my biggest backer now. I’ll rely on you to make this work!”

“Don’t remind me,” Norah joked nervously. “If this doesn’t succeed, we’ll both be broke and drinking cold tea for survival.”

They shared a determined laugh, knowing this gamble had no room for failure.

Back at the office, Norah’s exhaustion caught up with her. She felt dizzy but chalked it up to overwork. She leaned over her desk, quickly falling asleep.

When Jace arrived at her workplace and saw her pale face, he acted immediately. He quietly slit his wrist, allowing his blood to drip onto a mysterious bead, which began to glow and absorb the blood.

Steven, who had just returned and brought gifts for Norah, stumbled upon the scene.

“What the—” Steven gasped, startled.

Jace quickly bandaged his wrist and turned to face Steven, his expression icy and unreadable. He held a scalpel tightly in one hand.

“Who are you?” Jace demanded.

“I’m Norah’s friend,” Steven replied, trying to make sense of what he’d seen. “What’s wrong with her?”

Jace didn’t respond. Instead, he advanced toward Steven, scalpel in hand, intending to eliminate the potential threat. Steven narrowly dodged the attack and grabbed Jace’s arm.

“I’ve known Norah for years,” Steven said firmly. “If she’s in danger, I want to help. What’s going on? And what’s your relationship with her?”

Jace’s cold demeanor didn’t falter, but Steven’s words gave him pause.

Steven, still gripping Jace’s arm, pressed further. “Norah disappeared for a while. Was she with you? Is she caught up in something dangerous? If you care about her, let me help.”

The tension in the room was palpable, as two men who cared for Norah silently assessed whether to trust each other.