Chapter 192
“It’s about to start. Tinyback,” Lila called out after Mich Cache briskly walked away.
She tumbed her attention back to the script, flippine:
were no details that were overlooked.
Michael was talented and quick to grasp concepts, but this role was unlike anything he’d done before. Although they had spent the past week dissecting the script, Lila couldn’t help but feel a hint of nervousness as the ambition drew neat.
still, what truly irland her was the piercing gare from across the tomm
Dorian, uncharacteristically reserved, didn’t engage with atone as he entered. Usually, be thrived in social settings like this, but today, he seemed out of place. From the corner of her eye, Lala caught sight of his gaunt features. His sharp, brooding stare made him look like a vengeful ghost, lurking in search of prey.
And she was his target.
When their gazes met, it felt like two lightning bolts colliding, an electrifying force that could reduce everything in its path to ashes.
The venom in Dorian’s eves intensified when Michael retumed with a small dessert in hand. His expression grew darker, a mix of malice and disdain that eveni Michael couldn’t ignore
“What’s his problem?” Michael muttered, frowning as he sat beside Lila. “He looks like he’s got some land of mental illness.”
Michael placed a small cake in Lila’s hand, keeping one for himself. He took a bite and sighed contentedly.
“Food really does make everything better. You’ve got yours now too, so no tattling to my agent when we get back, okay?”
Michael seemed genuinely at ease. “Once this is over, I’m going home to sleep for a full day. I’m spending the entire day tomorrow gaming“”
His declaration sounded almost grandiose, as if he were announcing plans to conquer the universe.
Lila looked at the dessert in her hand and couldn’t help!
p but smile faintly, a mix of amusement and helplessness.
The audition process moved quickly. The five actors from their group were scheduled back–to–back Michael was third, and Dorian was fourth.
“Don’t be nervous. I’ll be here waiting.” Lila reassured Michael, noticing that his usually calm demeanor was slightly shaken
“Practice makes perfect,” she thought. Such a saying had applied well to actors.
throwing another
is yourself on a
Michael’s performance was flawless. Within ten minutes, be returned looking noticeably more relaxed. As he passed Dorian, he couldn’t resist the
- pb.
“You look awful. Try not to faint before you even start speaking. There are a lot of international big shots here today–it’d be a shame to embarrass global stage.”
Dorian shot him a glare before stepping onto the stage.
“Lila, your former client is so fierce, Michael teased dramatically, earning a laugh from her.
She shook her head. For someone with a polished image, Michael’s playful antics were a sharp contrast,
Dorian, on the other hand, seemed to falter slightly at Michael’s taunts: His barely restrained fury simmered, the fire in his eyes threatening to consume him
“Do you think he’ll do well?” Michael asked, glancing at Lila.
“I don’t know,” she replied calmly, her expression unreadable.
It wasn’t her concerni
Concern anymore.
Her gaze remained steady as she looked toward the stage. The man standing under the spotlight bore no trace of the youthful confidence and ambition be once exuded,
“I bet he won’t be as good as me,” Michael commented, smirding “How al
vabout we make it interesting? if I’m right, you owe me a meal when we get back”
