In the hallways of Larvo University, heads turned as Marcus Xu, a strikingly handsome and charismatic performing arts student, strolled confidently down the corridor. His mere presence commanded attention, drawing admiring glances from both male and female students alike. "Of course, you'll be amazed by my charm," Marcus thought with confidence. He was keenly aware of the attention he was receiving, and he relished it. "Take a good look while you can. Once I become a superstar, you'll rarely catch me in person," he mused inwardly. As Marcus walked, his easy smile and relaxed demeanor exuded an irresistible charm. "Oh my gosh, it's Marcus Xu! He's so dreamy," a female student whispered to her friend. "I know, right? He's like a walking work of art," another female student giggled. "Man, how does he do it? He's got everyone's attention without even trying," a male student commented bitterly. As Marcus passed by, students couldn't help but steal glances, their eyes lingering on his

Marcus Xu was immediately taken to the dean’s office, while Reyster and his friends were sent to the hospital. "You've been doing well. Why are you causing trouble now, with only a few months before graduation?" the dean groaned, frustration etched on his face. "It's not me. It was Reyster and his friends who—" Marcus began, but the dean cut him off with a wave of his hand. "I don't want to hear it," the dean said sternly. "I'm sorry, but you can't graduate because of this incident." Marcus's mind raced, but he kept his face impassive. He knew the dean was likely making hasty decisions because Reyster was a relative of the school director. "Seriously?" he said, feeling the injustice searing through him. "This is a serious matter. I will make sure you won't get expelled, but your graduation this year is not possible," the dean stated firmly, his tone brooking no argument. "Are you sure about that? I wasn't the one in the wrong here," Marcus argued, his voice steady but edged with

Marcus Xu froze, unsure of what to do. His worry mounted about his pay and contract with Magic Entertainment potentially going to waste."Your physique looks exactly like that of my husband, but mister..." Margarette commented, scrutinizing Marcus's appearance. "My husband never answers back. He's good at sitting still.""Ah, that's why Philip Cheng told me to stay still," Marcus admitted, resigning himself to the situation. There was no need to continue acting now that he had been caught. He removed his mask and met Margarette's gaze with a brave face."You're really nothing like him. My husband's ugly," Margarette remarked bluntly the moment Marcus's handsome face was revealed."Why do you even mock Sir Gregory?" Marcus asked in disbelief, wondering what kind of mistreatment a wealthy man had been enduring until now."Where did you find this man, Philip?" Margarette inquired, ignoring Marcus's question."He's one of the performers here at the hotel. His body looks similar to Sir Greg

Marcus, attired in the golf gear provided by Philip Cheng, sat in the passenger seat of the car, prepared to receive Philip's instructions."Anything else?" Marcus murmured, toying with the mask in his hands as Philip settled into the driver's seat."Familiarize yourself with this," Philip directed, handing a document to Marcus."No ‘staying still’ today?" Marcus quipped, glancing through the detailed script before him. The script is a document that outlines what he is supposed to say in response to specific scenarios. This assignment felt like a test of his skills as an aspiring actor."Why? Can't you handle the role?" Philip inquired."This is a piece of cake. I'm excellent at memorizing lines," Marcus confidently asserted. "But according to this, Gregory William comes across with pride and dominance here.""Gregory only shows deference in front of the William family, but he exudes superiority around everyone else," Philip clarified, scratching the back of his head."Does he have a s

Marcus Xu took a deep breath, attempting to calm the storm of frustration raging within him. He leaned his head against the car window, his gaze fixed on the parking lot."Don't get too close to the window; they might see your face," Philip Cheng cautioned as he eased the car out of the parking lot.Marcus ignored Philip as he watched Reyster stroll inside, accompanied by Miguel Xu, opening doors and bowing deferentially."That bastard. What have I ever done to him?" Marcus muttered under his breath. Try as he might, he couldn't fathom why Reyster was tormenting him and his brother.From Marcus's perspective, there was no justification for Reyster's actions."I let go of my ex for him. I didn't sue him, and I've been keeping quiet for three years. But why? Why does a bastard like him keep messing with our lives?" Marcus seethed with frustration."You don't need to waste your energy trying to figure it out," Philip interjected."What do you mean?" Marcus asked, turning his attention to