Chapter 180
“Don’t bother with him! He’s insane!” The man shielded the woman behind him. “Leave immediately, or I’ll call the police!”
His cold gaze fixed on Dorian, the warning clear in his tone, though he made no move.
“Right. The woman who lived here before–where did she go?” Dorian asked again.
The woman hesitated. There was something familiar about him, so she mustered her courage to answer, “We’ve been living here for a month. The previous tenar moved out more than two weeks before we arrived. We never met her, so we don’t know where she went.”
Dorian’s gaze flickered briefly. Without a word of thanks, he turned and left.
Behind him, the man grumbled, “Rude. What a piece of work.”
“Keep your voice down! Don’t let anyone hear. That guy looked familiar. He might be Dorian Blake,” she whispered.
“Impossible. Why would a big star like Dorian Blake come here?” The man frowned. “Besides, who cares if it’s him? Don’t you remember the cheating scandal h was involved in? People like that aren’t worth admiring.”
The woman nodded, and by now, Dorian had already arrived on the ground floor.
Sitting in his car, he had a dark, brooding expression.
He didn’t even know Lila moved out. Where was she living now?
The thought struck him–was she living with Noah or Vince?
He quickly dismissed the idea. Lila was a self–respecting person. She wouldn’t…
But then, what if she had compromised herself for the sake of securing opportunities?
He slammed his hand against the steering wheel, his gaze icy.
Turning the car around, Dorian headed straight for Magi Pictures.
The moment he entered the ground–floor lobby, the receptionist stepped forward to stop him.
“Hello, sir. May I know who you’re here to see?”
He removed his mask, his expression cold. “Cedric Jordan. Is he in?”
“Mr. Blake?” The receptionist was startled to recognize him but quickly composed herself. “Do you have an appointment?”
Dorian narrowed his eyes, and she swallowed nervously. “One moment, please. Let me check”
She made a quick call and then said, “Mr. Blake, please take the elevator on the right to the 12th floor. Someone will escort you to Mr. Jordan’s office once you arrive.
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With a frosty expression, Dorian took the elevator.
Only after he was out of sight did the receptionist exhale and mutter, “I thought Mr. Blake had a good temper. Turns out he’s much worse than Michael Xavier.” Lila happened to pass by and caught the receptionist’s mumbling about Dorian, but she paid it no mind.
Meanwhile, on the 12th floor, Cedric’s office was bright and minimalist, reflecting his composed demeanor.
He poured a cup of coffee and placed it before Dorian. “Mr. Blake, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“The rumors about me are false. My team has already clarified this. Magi Pictures has no right to unilaterally terminate the Heart of Clarity contract,” Dorian said directly, his voice laced with anger despite his attempt to keep it measured.
Cedric smiled faintly, his expression one of calm amusement as if indulging a petulant child.
This attitude only fueled Dorian’s frustration. The indifference and subtle condescension reminded him of the early days of his career when no one took him seriously.
However, he was no longer that inexperienced, unworthy newcomer.
His gaze sharpened. “Mr. Jordan, are you not planning to give me an explanation?”
Cedric took his time, sipping his coffee before setting the cup down on the table. “The contract was originally granted to you by Mr. Morgan, with all terms clearly outlined. You agreed to those terms. According to the agreement, Magi Pictures has every right to terminate the contract under these circumstances.”
Dorian’s anger boiled over, and he slammed his hand on the desk. His voice was no longer calm. “The contract states I can’t have any scandals, but this one is baseless! You’re breaking the contract in bad faith!
“If I don’t get a reasonable explanation today, I will not let this matter rest.”
