Marcus felt a surge of anger and frustration. The unfairness of it all made his blood boil. His fists clenched at his sides as he tried to contain his rage."Steal his sponsors? How am I supposed to do that? I come from a poor background," he said bitterly, his curiosity piqued despite his anger. He couldn't help but listen to Jesse, who seemed so confident in her plan.Jesse leaned in, her eyes gleaming with determination. "You can do it, Marcus. I'll be your first sponsor," she revealed, her voice steady and reassuring. "I believe in your talent and potential. I'll use my influence to bring more wealthy individuals to support you."Marcus stared at her, his mind racing. "You'd do that for me?" he asked, a mix of disbelief and hope in his voice."Yes," she replied firmly. "I see something special in you, Marcus. With the right backing, you can rise above all this. Pablo's sponsors won't stand a chance against the combined support I can gather for you."Jesse's unwavering confidence i
After accompanying Jesse Harp-William to the CEO’s office, Marcus went to his manager’s office to gather more information about Pablo. Although he had rejected Jesse’s offer, he still couldn’t forget his need for revenge against Pablo.“Luther, can you—”“Sorry, Marcus, I’m busy. Sheila is over there. Talk to her if you need something,” Luther said, too preoccupied to pay him any attention.“Why is he so busy?” Marcus wondered. He looked around the office and realized it wasn't just his road manager who was swamped. Everyone in charge of his affairs seemed occupied.“What’s going on?” he asked Sheila, who was just as busy as everyone else.“The election period is about to begin,” Sheila replied, filing documents before finally facing him.“What does that have to do with me?”“Your story moved the public a lot; so many candidates want to use you to improve their image.”“Oh, do I need to endorse a politician? I just want to act,” he said, frowning at the thought.“Don’t worry. CEO Joe
At a filming set near the beach, Pablo Rusto breathed fire, just as Marcus had guessed.The filming crew and his managers just watched him throw a tantrum, not stopping him from making a mess of the set because it was easier to wait for him to tire out than to stop him.“What made him that angry? Did he lose at the casino again?” the director asked Pablo’s manager.“I don’t really know. He just received a call from his junior, and he suddenly threw a fit like that,” the manager said exasperatedly, feeling as if working with Pablo was shaving a decade off his life.“He probably lost a woman to his junior,” the director said. “He should compensate for everything he breaks today. Twice the original price, as usual.”“Yes, we will. Just send us the list.”“Okay. We’ll be having snacks over there. Call us once he’s done.”“Sure. Thank you and sorry for this.”“No need to apologize. I’m used to him.”Everyone remained calm and ignored Pablo’s fit, while Pablo himself was too angry to notice
Back at Marcus Xu, he left the Magic Entertainment headquarters, feeling a sense of satisfaction after successfully causing chaos for Pablo, Resyter, and the club. He had a busy day ahead, but first, he needed to head back to Margarette’s penthouse.Opting for public transportation, he walked to the nearest bus stop, ready for the commute. As the bus rolled through the bustling city streets, Marcus stared out the window, lost in thought. His mind replayed the day's events and the plans he had set in motion.Suddenly, his attention was drawn to a sight that made him sit up straighter. Two small children were wandering around the sidewalk by themselves. Recognizing the children immediately, Marcus's eyes widened in surprise. It was Jesse Harp-William’s children, Rose and Leilani. They were only four and six years old, far too young to be wandering the busy streets alone.Concerned, he quickly pressed the button to signal the bus to stop. As soon as the doors opened, he dashed out and he
Marcus stood frozen as the police officers grabbed him, their harsh grips bruising his arms. Rose and Leilani screamed, reaching out for him as they were pulled away.“I didn’t kidnap them! I’m friends with their mother!” Marcus protested, but his words fell on deaf ears.One of the officers roughly patted him down while another secured handcuffs around his wrists. “Save it for the station,” one officer said, pushing him toward the door.The scene quickly drew a crowd. Passersby gawked, whispering and snapping pictures with their phones.Marcus's heart pounded as he was shoved into the back of a police car. He could hear the children crying out for him as the car sped off.At the police station, Marcus was led through a labyrinth of gray corridors and into a stark interrogation room. The metal cuffs were unceremoniously removed, and he was left to sit alone at a cold metal table.Minutes felt like hours as he waited, anxiety gnawing at his insides.“I hope this won’t bring too much tr
Inside CEO Joe’s car, Marcus sat silently in the backseat, contemplating the sin he had committed, almost ruining a family.Meanwhile, CEO Joe remained silent, driving through the city without saying a word. He had many questions but kept them to himself, assuming this incident was related to the succession war happening in the William family.“You’re not going to scold me?” Marcus asked after a long silence.“Scold you? Why would I? Everything is just a misunderstanding, right?”“Yes, it is,” he nodded. “I’m sorry for bringing so much trouble.”“Oh, no need to apologize. It’s our job anyway,” CEO Joe awkwardly responded, unused to seeing Marcus so down. “You should get a good rest. You have to be on set tomorrow at 3.”“Ah, that’s right. I should focus on my career. The series will premiere soon,” Marcus said, thinking about his series that would air its first episode despite ongoing filming.The producers decided to air it while Marcus's popularity was high. It was risky, but the pr
Marcus turned to face Jason Kiliman, his expression cautious. He didn't recognize the man, but his aura alone spelled trouble.“No, I’m not interested,” Marcus said curtly, starting to walk away.Jason didn't move, but his voice followed Marcus. “My boss is Jeyster Sebastian.”Marcus stopped in his tracks, the name sending a chill down his spine. He turned back to face Jason, his eyes narrowing.“Jeyster Sebastian wants to meet with me?”“Yes. He requests a moment of your time. He’s aware of the... complications involving his son.” Jason nodded.Marcus considered this. A meeting with Jeyster could provide valuable insight and possibly an advantage. Despite the potential risk, the opportunity was too tempting to ignore.“Fine,” Marcus said, his voice steady. “Lead the way.”Jason led Marcus to a sleek black car parked nearby. Marcus slipped into the backseat, his mind racing with possibilities.The ride was short, and soon they arrived at a high-end office building.Inside, they took a
Marcus checked the contents of the envelope and discovered a complete package for entry into the Hollywood industry. There was a plane ticket, a referral letter from a renowned agent, a recommendation for a top-tier acting school, and the deed to a house in Los Angeles.“What a golden ticket,” he muttered under his breath.Every actor, from aspiring novices to seasoned professionals, dreams of breaking into Hollywood. It was the ultimate destination for those seeking fame and success in the entertainment world.“This is quite the package,” Marcus said, trying to keep his voice steady. His hands trembled slightly as he sifted through the documents.The opportunities laid out before him were beyond anything he had ever imagined. Hollywood wasn't just a dream; it was a lifelong aspiration, a pinnacle that only a fortunate few could ever hope to reach.The offer Jeyster presented was incredibly tempting. He could just drop his job as the son-in-law’s double, but the intention behind the o