"I didn't expect that this new manager is quite skilled," Max heard one of the members of the legal team mumble as he approached the meeting room. "Yeah, I simply thought he was fooling around that time he followed us. Who knew he was actually scheming?""Yeah. So much evidence. Who knows how long he has been tailing that man to have found out so much? He even dug so deep that he found things that Richard himself would have forgotten.""Better be wary of such scheming people."Max merely chuckled to himself when he heard that and strode into the meeting room. His gaze found the speaker, and he muttered, "Don't worry, I'm not a rabid dog who goes around biting other people. As long as you don't cross my path, don't be too wary of me."The man instantly gave an awkward laugh when he heard that, and the rest of the room chuckled, except Ivan, of course. "Just saying..."Max took a seat and looked toward Ivan, who sat with his legs crossed and folded his arms. He was giving Max a pointed

Blue Lagoon BarMax swung his car into the bar's garage, the quiet purr of the engine cutting out as he stepped out. The cool evening breeze tugged at the black-on-black outfit he wore—a tailored shirt and slim-fit trousers - simple yet unmistakably expensive. He adjusted his cuffs, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he strolled toward the bar entrance.When he entered, he found his former boss, Sam, waiting by the door for him with two assistant managers beside him. When Max entered, they all stared at him in a mix of shock and awe - Max had really hit a jackpot. He went from an ordinary bartender to a noveau riche out of nowhere. Even though he wore a simple black on black attire, it wasn't hard to tell that they couldn't have been cheap out of the market. "Eh, Max. It's really you!" One of the two managers leaned forward, blinking hard. "You've really changed."The second manager chimed in, still trying to process the sight in front of him. “Man, you’ve changed. If I didn’t kno

"This is the list for available artists," Ivan muttered, throwing the file in his hand on the desk casually. "Take your pick."His attitude was full of arrogance, and it was obvious he was throwing his weight around now that he was in charge of Max’s affairs. But the latter did not seem bothered by his attitude and simply picked it up, flipping the pages open to take a look. After some time, he looked up again and pointed to a name amongst the list.When Ivan looked down and saw who it was, his face instantly changed. "What? Marianne? Who put her on the list? She's my artist. Choose someone else."Max gave him a scrutinizing look and retorted simply, "She's the one I want.""What do you mean she's the one you want!?" Ivan was about to blow his top in anger. Just then, the door of his office opened, and Marianne entered right in time. She stood by the door, hesitant, and faced Ivan. "You wanted to see me."Ivan nodded, beckoning to her. "Yeah. Come over here." She looked toward Max,

The audition venue was pretty crowded when Max entered. Definitely a lot of people had turned up for the audition but due to the majority that backed out to avoid being affected by Noah's scandal back then, Dawn Entertainment restricted a lot of artists and in the end, majority of the people in present came from the agency itself.When Max walked in with the rest of the agents that came to have a look too, he looked around but couldn't sight any familiar faces immediately. The two agents he spoke to the other day, Jason and Andrew, were right beside him. "Not bad. Quite a large turnout," Jason muttered aloud, looking toward Andrew. "You said Mina wanted to audition too?"Andrew looked unimpressed when he heard that and simply pressed his lips. "She's just being childish, but I won't force her not to anyway. How else will she learn in this industry?"Jason gave a small laugh at that and shook his head. "She's only a rookie. You're her manager, don't be so harsh on her.""I wouldn't be

Max watched, with his arms folded and a rare smile appearing on his lips. He really couldn't be wrong about someone. There was no dramatic music, no special effects, and yet it felt like the air had thickened, filled with tension as though the scene was real. Claire didn’t act like someone pretending to kill her first love—she became that woman, and one could almost believe she was really General Vivian Stone."Thank you," Claire whispered as she stood up, her voice softer now. She bowed her head slightly and stepped back, signaling the end of the performance.There was a beat of stunned silence before one of the judges snapped out of it and began clapping, almost too eagerly. The other judges exchanged looks, nodding in unspoken agreement.Max arched an eyebrow. Even he—someone who knew little of acting could tell it was brilliant. And this is the same woman July claimed couldn't act? The irony wasn’t lost on him, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.He leaned back slightly,