Ten minutes later, Gerald sauntered out of the audition hall and casually took a seat beside Zak, propping his chin up with an air of nonchalance as he fixed his gaze upon him. In a friendly tone, he began, "So, are you here to try out for a supporting male role? It's a competitive arena, you know. You'll need to bring your A-game. But tell me, are you truly serious about breaking into the entertainment industry, or is this just a casual pursuit?"Unfazed by Gerald's probing, Zak shifted slightly, directing her attention to her phone screen where her fingers moved deftly.Glancing over, Gerald noticed Zak engrossed in a game and let out a light chuckle. "Well, at least give us a little show. It's always advantageous to have someone in your corner, don't you think?"After successfully completing the level, Zak pocketed her phone and replied calmly, "What kind of performance do you think I should give?"Disregarding her question as if it hadn't been asked, Gerald changed the subject wit

"Unbelievable, I've been watching for an hour; these two are simply incredible.""The boss is really taking a beating, hahaha."The spectators erupted into applause and praise, briefly electrifying the atmosphere.The boss, in a flurry, rubbed his temples, handed the ring to the nearby employee, and pulled Zak and Camilla aside for a discussion."In this small-scale operation, I'll refund your money and throw in a tablet. But don't take anything else. How does a total of two thousand sound?""The total earnings from the rings are over $20, and you're only offering over $200?" Zak remarked, his expression stoic. "You've clearly thought this through.""Making a profit isn't easy for me either, especially with you two acting like this," the boss exclaimed, gritting his teeth. "I could stretch it to a maximum of $500. Is that acceptable? You've barely been here for a few minutes, and you're already making $500; isn't that enough?""We're not after money; we want merchandise," Camilla inte

Carlos, quick to grasp the situation, nodded in agreement. "Indeed, this is the best course of action. While I was merely observing earlier, there were murmurs about Gerald's private temperament being rather irritable. His current pleasant demeanor is merely a façade. Unpleasant situations always seem to trigger his anger."Meanwhile, Gerald seethed with barely contained rage.Noticing his foul mood, the assistant, who had been tirelessly fanning nearby, offered him a fruit tray. "Please, don't look so stern. It wouldn't be ideal if someone were to capture you looking like this in a photograph."The mere thought of being photographed further fueled Gerald's anger. After discreetly scanning his surroundings to ensure no one was watching, he picked up a slice of watermelon. After a brief bite, he ordered cold beverages for everyone in a chilly tone, citing the sweltering heat."Of course," the assistant agreed, hurrying off to arrange the drinks.Ten minutes later, as the assistant dist

Gerald furrowed his brow, focusing on Zak's phone with a hint of uncertainty in his tone. "So, you're recording? I suppose our conversation won't flow as smoothly."Zak chuckled softly and casually showed his phone, but the expected recording remained inactive. Undeterred, Zak promptly turned off his device. "I need to review the script. You've got five minutes."With no recording in sight, Gerald visibly relaxed, dropping his usual façade. Seated across from Zak, he casually crossed his legs, getting straight to the point. "Are you romantically involved with Camilla?"Zak took a tissue from his pocket, tidied the table with precision, and leaned against his hand, offering a nonchalant response. "Why does our relationship concern you? In what capacity do you ask? Let me guess. If I confirm my association with Camilla, would you stir up another online frenzy? And if I deny it, would you suggest I distance myself from her, claiming I'm unworthy?"Gerald posed the question, his penetrati

Juelz lingered in the coffee shop until dusk settled over the streets, yet no one arrived to meet him. In that solitary moment, he confronted the reality of his miscalculations—perhaps he had underestimated Zak's determination or overestimated his own abilities. With a solemn resolve, he transitioned to his wheelchair, silently preparing to depart.A nearby employee, sensing Juelz's impending departure, briefly entertained the idea of offering assistance. However, a single glance from Juelz extinguished any intentions, prompting a swift retreat."I am self-sufficient; your assistance is unnecessary," Juelz remarked with a frosty detachment as he settled into his wheelchair. With this succinct dismissal, he propelled himself out of the coffee shop, flagging down a taxi.Observing Juelz's wheelchair-bound state, the driver remained seated, impatiently urging, "Hurry up, you disabled..."Mid-sentence, a wave of remorse washed over him, prompting an abrupt halt to his words. Meanwhile, Ju