The American Kill Line: I Can Predict the Future

Elizabeth assumed the dinner would be like last time, at some upscale French restaurant.

She was quite looking forward to it, as she hadn't been to such upscale places since becoming independent.

Unexpectedly, Ron brought him to the company's dinner party.

However, she also learned about Ron's profession through this party.

In the boisterous banquet hall, amidst laughter and chatter, Elizabeth, sitting next to Ron, teased, "So, you're the legendary Wall Street tycoon?"

Ron raised an eyebrow, paused in his steak-cutting hand, leaned closer to her, and whispered with a chuckle in her ear, "I bet you're thinking of yourself as a robber tycoon, a number-playing scoundrel."

A warm breeze brushed against her ear, tickling her... Elizabeth pursed her red lips, turned her head slightly, and chuckled softly, saying, "No, do you have such a low opinion of your profession?"

Ron took a small sip, sat up straight, raised his glass, and gazed into those blue eyes with a warm smile.

I didn't look closely last time, but this girl's eyes are really clear.

Two wine glasses clinked gently together, the crisp sound echoing.

Elizabeth said bitterly, "It seems I was very presumptuous today, and I apologize for my rude behavior."

"No." Ron lowered his head and cut his steak, smiling as he ate. "The fact that you thought of me first in your time of need shows that you truly consider me a friend. This isn't presumptuous; it's out of trust."

"Ron, has anyone ever told you that your way of comforting people is old-fashioned?"

Elizabeth said this, but the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

After dinner, Ron didn't go out to "have fun" with the team.

Instead, he took a walk with Elizabeth along the street.

The two chatted and laughed, and before they knew it, they had arrived at Broadway.

Looking at the Times Square landmark faintly visible in the distance, Elizabeth reminisced:

"I was a small-time actor at the Atlantic Theatre Workshop two years ago."

"Oh?"

"Unfortunately, I spent three months inside but never got to perform on stage."

Elizabeth smiled playfully.

Ron thought for a moment, then had an idea: "Would you like to relive it?"

Elizabeth looked puzzled.

Ron didn't say anything, but just pulled her into the car.

The car was parked at the back entrance of the theater.

Ron pulled a bewildered Elizabeth out of the car and walked straight into the theater through the staff entrance.

Because he was dressed smartly and had bodyguards with him.

Even though some staff members had doubts, they did not stop it.

Before long, Ron, asking questions as he walked, led Elizabeth to the backstage area of ​​the dressing room.

"Please wait a moment."

He released his grip and walked towards a young actor who was about to go on stage.

It's unclear what Ron said, but the young actors first glanced at Elizabeth not far away, then looked conflicted.

Finally, seemingly moved by something, he reluctantly nodded.

Ron thanked her and turned back to Elizabeth's side:

"I've already spoken to Mary, and you'll be filling in for her later."

"Mary? Me?"

"Yes."

"Are you crazy, Ron? I... I haven't acted in a play in ages." Elizabeth stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

She assumed the man had brought her to the show.

Little did he expect that he would be asked to perform.

too crazy.

At that moment, she felt immense regret. She shouldn't have agreed to come along without asking for the reason.

Ron pushed Elizabeth straight toward the dressing room: "Hurry up and get your makeup and clothes done, we're running out of time."

"NO! Ron, you can't do this. Besides, I don't even know what I'm acting in."

"It doesn't matter. Even if you mess it up, it's okay. Just treat it as fulfilling a dream. And I believe in you."

"I don't believe in myself, please!"

Elizabeth desperately refused, helpless, but too weak, and was simply pushed into the locker room by Ron.

Then, the actresses pulled her toward the makeup mirror.

Elizabeth, like a lamb to the slaughter, could only turn back and look pleadingly at the man at the door, begging him to have some mercy.

Unfortunately, all she received in return was an encouraging look and gesture.

Elizabeth had no choice but to discuss the matter with the actresses who were doing her makeup.

He said he hadn't been to Broadway for two years and had forgotten a lot of things.

However, the other party said it was okay, saying that the role was small, with only a few lines, and the two scenes together lasted less than five minutes.

And she even had the actress named Mary teach her.

Coincidentally, Elizabeth was very familiar with this play.

More than a year ago, she had rehearsed countless times.

Although the roles were different, she still remembered the lines.

After a moment, Elizabeth gradually accepted the fact.

Moreover, she wanted to give it a try.

Or, as Ron said, just treat it as fulfilling a dream.

"I just hope it's not a nightmare."

……

Ron didn't go to the front to watch; he had to keep an eye on things backstage.

To prevent anyone from vandalizing it.

Simon, the bodyguard standing nearby, just thought his boss was really going wild.

Damn, no wonder these people make so much money.

In fact, everything went surprisingly smoothly.

From makeup to changing clothes, no one came to check on me the entire time.

This play has been performed countless nights at the Atlantic Theater.

Several actors helped cover for them, and no one suspected that a child actor had been switched out.

In addition, Elizabeth is very familiar with this show.

Therefore, even if some viewers notice something is off, they will only think that the young actor is acting a little differently today.

Thunderous applause erupted from the front hall.

The actors took their bows on stage.

Elizabeth nervously followed the others back to the backstage dressing room.

Suddenly, my legs went weak.

Fortunately, someone caught him.

It was Mary.

She quickly pulled Elizabeth to change her clothes.

"Elizabeth, your boyfriend loves you so much."

"No, Ron, he..."

"What a romantic man, isn't he? But Elizabeth, you definitely deserve it. I never expected you to act so well."

"Thank you. Actually, this is my first time performing on stage."

"I know, your boyfriend told me. He said you're getting married soon and he doesn't want you to have any regrets."

"??????"

Elizabeth's mouth formed an "O" shape.

She wondered what this man would use to win over these actresses.

For example, money.

Or perhaps it's a letter of recommendation from a theater.

This is his area of ​​expertise.

I never expected him to fabricate such a lie.

Regardless, this man truly helped him fulfill his dream of performing on stage.

This was a feeling that Elizabeth had never experienced, yet had only fantasized about.

At that moment, standing on the stage, she felt as if the entire stage belonged to her.

After changing her clothes and removing her makeup, Elizabeth rushed out.

Upon seeing Ron waiting for her by the hood of the car, Elizabeth paused for a moment, then rushed over.

"Ron!"

"Elizabeth, you acted wonderfully just now..."

Before Ron could finish speaking, Elizabeth threw herself into his arms and kissed him.

Just as Ron suddenly brought her here to do something crazy.

This was not just a simple performance, but a profound emotional experience.

He didn't use money, but power, or his area of ​​expertise.

They didn't even ask for her opinion beforehand.

But it was precisely these crazy actions and ridiculous lies that struck Elizabeth's heart.