Marcus Xu entered the film location where he'll shoot his debut web series.Dressed in a casual yet stylish outfit, he exuded confidence as he made his way through the set, greeting each staff member with warmth.“Good morning! It's a pleasure to meet you all,” he said, his smile as charming as ever.The crew, taken aback by his friendly approach, returned his greeting with surprised smiles.“Hey there! Nice to meet you,” he said, extending his hand to a crew member setting up lights, who reciprocated with a smile.“Good to meet you too, Marcus. We're excited to work with you,” a crew member responded.He then paused to engage with the makeup artist. “Please make me look really handsome later,” he remarked.“Oh boy, you’re already handsome.,” the makeup artist replied, her words tinged with a bit of awkwardness but still continuing to smile sweetly at him.Marcus chatted with the make-up artist for a moment before spotting the production assistant. He rose to greet him with the same w

CEO Joe Sabal rushed to the filming set immediately after his secretary notified him about a live stream circulating on social media."What the hell? I clearly warned the director not to ruin Marcus's image!" he grumbled, storming onto the set in search of Marcus and the director. "What is Marcus Xu even thinking?"His feet moved swiftly as he kept his eyes glued to his phone, watching the live stream. However, he froze when he noticed something peculiar about the confrontation being broadcast."He didn't hit back?" he muttered.CEO Joe Sabal found himself deeply intrigued by Marcus Xu's behavior and his connection with the William Group, prompting him to closely observe him. After a month of working with Marcus, he knew that Marcus wouldn't tolerate bullying, especially without fighting back."What is he trying to accomplish?" he mused, the panic and anxiety on his face giving way to a curious smile. "Let's find out," he exclaimed excitedly as he made his way into Marcus's dressing r

Marcus Xu reclined comfortably on the couch opposite his brother's hospital bed, feigning illness despite not having incurred any injuries himself. With a bored expression, he gazed at Miguel, who was engrossed in watching the news."Why are you still watching the news? Switch to channel 7; Caleb's new series is about to start," Marcus suggested casually."Are you trying to distract me from seeing the news about you?" Miguel asked, his eyes fixed on the television screen where Marcus's name seemed to be plastered all over."No, actually, it's the news about you," Marcus replied, stretching lazily."There's no news about me anymore. You should do what you did with yours," Miguel retorted, recalling how Marcus had managed to quash the media coverage of his own recent brush with trouble involving a gang/drug dealer—a setup he had unwittingly walked into after a brutal beating."I didn't do anything. Maybe your issue just isn't headline-worthy," Marcus retorted, refusing to acknowledge th

Marcus yawned as he sat at the center of the long meeting table, blinking multiple times as he struggled to focus on the script he was holding in his hand."You look very sleepy. What did you do last night?" Philip Cheng whispered."How can you tell? I'm wearing a full mask," Marcus retorted, tapping his mask."I can still see your eyes. You better not mess this up," Philip warned."Yes, boss," Marcus replied, trying to shake off his drowsiness. But his vision was blurry from lack of sleep.Yesterday was his chance to finally get some rest, but he spent it studying project proposals instead.For the record, it was the second week in a row that he had slept less than two hours a night."Damn it," Marcus cursed himself, wondering why people needed to sleep when there was so much to do."It's starting," Philip said, warning Marcus with his eyes.Marcus simply nodded, trying his best to listen to the meeting. But the chattering in the room and the soft hum of the air conditioning sounded

Jesse Harp stood alone in the garden, her expression dark. Her brows twitched with irritation and frustration."F*ck William!" she hissed.She clutched the handle of her luxury bag tightly, her long nails pricking her skin. "Even the pushover is threatening me now?" she muttered, staring at the end of the garden path.She bit her lower lip, knowing she trusted Gregory William’s words more than those of her husband, Gerald William."This f*cking marriage is just a business. Is it really benefiting me?" she pondered, trying to assess the gains and losses from her ten-year marriage with Gerald.After a few deep breaths to calm her nerves, she walked out of the garden."Why did you follow me here?" Gerald asked irritably, smoking by the window of his office at William Electronics headquarters."Don't f*ck with me," she snapped. "You keep disregarding me in front of others, which makes them look down on me! I'm not like your in-laws who want to be plain housewives!" She turned her back on