Lawson hesitated before asking, "Should I eject her from the audition?"Max’s lips curled slightly, but his expression stayed cold. "Never mind."It was too late to make a scene now. Besides, flaunting his influence in front of July wasn’t worth the effort. The only reason he asked Lawson to block her earlier was because she had gotten under his skin with her arrogance. Now that Lawson hadn’t crossed him outright, Max couldn’t be bothered with what happened to her."Understood, Young Master," Lawson replied quickly.As the call ended, Max headed back to the audition hall. Just as he reached the entrance, he spotted July and Vivi chatting by the hallway. They were too engrossed in their conversation to notice him standing there.He was about to pass them without a second thought, but then he heard Vivi mention his name. His steps slowed, curiosity tugging at him.“What’s he doing in the audition room?” Vivi asked, her voice laced with confusion."Who knows?" July huffed, clearly irrita
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,
Hunter Group Luxury Event Company...Executives sat around the long oak table, papers shuffled in nervous hands, and laptops glowed with spreadsheets filled with bad news. The company’s financials were in free fall, and no one had answers. They had tried to cut costs severally, but due to the nature of the financial crisis, they were having a hard time stopping the free fall. Not to mention, Alexa had refused to seek any help from the main group.“We need to cut costs,” one of the older men said, rubbing his temples. “Maybe a workforce reduction—”“Great idea,” another interrupted, sarcasm dripping from his words. “Let’s make headlines: Company fires half its staff to save itself. Yeah, that’ll save us.”Just then, the door opened, and Alexa strolled in, her stiletto heels clicking on the marble floor. All heads turned. The moment her sharp, almond-shaped eyes landed on the room, everyone knew—they were in trouble.One thing about Alexa was that she was usually easygoing privately, bu
Max flipped the last page of Oliver's portfolio and clicked his tongue. This artist was really the type most managers would choose to avoid. He was awkward at romance, and his biggest movie was a martial arts movie that earned him a lot of popularity, but because he didn’t play in any other role, he fell from grace. Because of that, he was only earning a few bonuses from the company and was the only artist who had been with the company for more than a year but still staying in the quarters for newbies. Max pressed his lips together. "No agency would mistreat an artist like that unless there was some foul play involved." He didn't know who Oliver's previous manager was, but it was obvious he was majorly responsible for the youth's downfall. Not only did he not fight for any roles for him, but he also abandoned him and didn't help him fight for his bonuses. It was very fishy.Max could tell that Ivan was really hoping to pull him down. Not only was this artist worse than a newbie sinc
Everyone in the booth looked stunned to see him, and it took a couple of seconds before Oliver also came to his senses. He looked irritated and asked snarkily, "Who the hell are you?"His friends also seemed displeased by the sudden intrusion, and they frowned. "What's going on? Why the heck did you barge in like that?""Yeah, who is he?"Max ignored their probing looks, and his gaze fell on Oliver directly. "I'm your manager."Oliver seemed surprised at first as he probably didn't expect Max to come looking for him. But he quickly composed himself and arched a brow, cigarette still hanging loosely between his fingers. “What are you, a stalker now? Don't you know that when someone hangs up on you, they're not interested in whatever you have to say?"Max’s lips quirked into a humorless smile when he heard that, his suit jacket hanging loosely on his arm. "Does it matter whether you hang up on me or not? You'll eventually have to come find me.""Why would I come find you?" Oliver gave a
"Didn’t think they’d let washed-up actors like you into places like this. What are you even doing here, Reed? Trying to beg for work?"Oliver’s jaw tightened as he glared at the smug youth. The guy was none other than Oliver Quinn—a rookie actor who had made it his mission to poke at Oliver every chance he got.He pieced two and two and realized it must be him who was actually selected for the role. That made him even more embarrassed, and he clenched his fists, not refuting.Quinn’s grin widened, and his friends snickered, clearly enjoying the show. Their taunts grew even more, and Quinn muttered, "Don't tell me you came here thinking you were the one selected for the role? I mean, even if we bear the same name, we're clearly world's apart. Don't you even feel embarrassed bearing the same name as me?" He actually hit the nail on the end.Oliver still didn't respond, and veins popped by the side of his head. He was about to walk away when Quinn blocked his path, grinning, "Let's face
Max paused, unsure who it was. But it seemed the person in question sensed Max's penetrating gaze on him and turned back to look. It was only then Max relaxed as it was a familiar face - Noah.He strode in with his jacket still on his right arm, and Noah also got up from the chair he was sitting in, with a polite smile on his face. "Hello, Manager Norman. I'm sure you remember me."Max gave a smile in return, nodding as he hung his suit on the rack. "Of course, I do, Mr. Noah. I just wasn't expecting your presence.""Ah, yes," Noah responded a bit sheepishly. "You were not in. So, I thought I would wait for you in your office. Sorry for my intrusion.""No offense taken," Max answered too with a polite smile of his own and gave Noah a look over.Today, he wasn't dressed so gloomily like the first few times they met. He wore a white shirt and deep blue pants, making him look even more youthful and clean, like his image portrayed him the kind, handsome white knight. He also held a small
July leaned back against the couch, admiring the photo she had just uploaded on Instagram. The sunset glowed behind her in soft golds and pinks, perfectly framing her sharp jawline and delicate features. She tilted her head, satisfied with the way her hair caught the light, and watched as the likes and comments began rolling in.“Look at this,” July said with a smirk, flipping her phone to show Vivi, who sat cross-legged on the other side of the room. “Perfect, right?”Vivi glanced up briefly from her own phone, gave the picture a lazy once-over, and nodded. “Yeah, it’s good. Now hurry up and find a role, earn some cash, and move out of my place.”The playful smugness on July’s face vanished in an instant. Her grip on the phone tightened as she stared at Vivi in disbelief. “Are you serious? Are you kicking me out like I’m some homeless beggar?”Vivi rolled her eyes, her tone cool and unapologetic. “Haven’t I been accommodating? You’ve been here for three weeks, July. Eating my food, u
"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 towar
"Claire?" Max called out in surprise, and she spun around immediately when she heard his name. She looked surprised to see him standing there, but it was only for a moment before she looked at herself and the drunk man hankering about her, and a look of utter mortification crossed her face. The man who grabbed her didn't seem to care that there was a third party and continued to hanker, "Why the attitude, huh? Chris already gave his approval. You think you can last in this industry without pleasing us directors?" Claire’s lips curled in disgust, and she yanked her arm away from his grip. "So what if I can, you slimy old geezer? Do I look like some young girl you can prey on? Do I look like some naive starlet you can toy with? Take your filthy hands off me, you creep!" "You bitch-" The director looked even more furious when he heard that, and he reached out to grab her again. But Max was faster and directly pulled Claire over to his side, giving him a backhand slap. Probably, it w
Blue Lagoon Bar Max 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
The secretarial section was empty when Max got to the top floor of the company, so he knocked on the door of the presidential office directly. “Come in,” Lawson’s voice echoed from inside. Max twisted the handle and strolled in, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. The secretary standing before Lawson paused mid-report, glancing briefly at Max, who made himself comfortable on the sleek leather sofa in the middle of the room. Lawson barely looked up, simply brushing over the secretary’s report, and it was obvious he didn’t want Max to hear what was being said. “That’ll be all. Leave it here.” The secretary nodded, placing a folder on the desk before making his quiet exit. Once the door clicked shut, Lawson turned his attention to Max, an exaggerated look of surprise washing over his features. He stood up and took a seat opposite Max, throwing his coat over the second sofa. “Well, well! If it isn’t our rising star,” he chuckled, slapping his thigh theatrically. “I sho
"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 p
In Apex Villa, Somewhere in between the livecast, Noah had sat up again and was now watching intently. Once it eventually came to close and the Thompsons were escorted away by the police, he leaned back, folding his arms and stared at the figure in black shirt and white pants languidly striding out of the hall without a word. Meanwhile, Lauren and Jasper were still speechless at the sudden turn of events and everything that just happened. "What a dramatic turn of events!" Jasper finally broke the silence, slapping his thighs as he leaned back in his seat. “Richard was a full-on creep this whole time? He was the one behind everything, and yet he went around blaming you, Noah. Crying in front of the cameras like he was some victim. I swear, I didn’t see that coming.” Lauren’s eyes darted toward Noah, brows furrowing. "Did you know about it? That he was the culprit?" Noah sighed, shaking his head slowly. "No. Not the full story." He thought it had been a simple case of Richard
Max's smile didn’t falter even though she had hit the jackpot just like that. It seemed everyone knew what was going on with Oliver but just pretended not to.He calmly responded, “Yes, we’re here to discuss Oliver’s role and—”She cut him off, a cold laugh escaping her lips. “Dream on. Just because he got a few fans overnight doesn’t mean we owe him anything. In fact,” her gaze hardened as she glanced at Oliver, “he should be grateful we haven’t shown him the door yet. Zero revenue, zero worth. Do you understand what that means?”Oliver swallowed when he heard that, his shoulders tensing, and he looked at Max, whispering, “Maybe we should just go. I don’t want to make this worse.”Max didn't seem bothered at all. Instead, he gave a small smirk as he turned back to the HR head. “No need to worry, Oliver.” He took out his phone, his fingers moving swiftly as he typed. “If you think we’re not worth your time, then I’ll let the committee decide.”The HR head was stunned at first, but sh
Max rubbed his eyes, still processing Oliver’s shocking news. “You’re telling me that your insta went viral? Like, overnight?”“Yes!” Oliver practically shouted through the phone. “A friend sent me a screenshot, and people are talking about me. And it’s not just the followers! Fans are sharing posts about Blades of Honor. They’re reminiscing about my old stunts!”Max couldn’t help but smile. “That’s incredible! Did you check to see if you got hacked?”“I’m worried I did! What if I can’t get my account back?” Oliver’s voice was tinged with panic.“Relax, Oliver. Let me check it out.” Max flipped open his phone, but before he could dive into the app, Oliver sounded panicked again.“Wait! What if someone posted something embarrassing?”“Hang on, I’ll find out right now,” Max assured him, swiping the screen. “But I think you’re just experiencing an overnight fame surge.”“Seriously? Do you think my stunts are that good?”“I don’t know, man,” Max said, stifling a chuckle. “But let’s not wo
Max sat on his bed, phone in hand, eyes narrowed in concentration as he scrolled through the footage he'd captured of Oliver’s stunts earlier. He watched as Oliver’s punches and kicks cut through the air, his movements swift and precise. A smirk tugged at Max’s lips.“Not bad, Oliver,” he murmured to himself. “Not bad at all.”A soft knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He glanced up, giving a brief sigh. “Come in.”The door creaked open, and a young maid entered, head bowed. “Sir, a package just arrived for you,” she said politely.Max gestured to the bedside table without looking away from his phone. “Leave it there. Thanks.”With a quick bow, she set the package down and slipped out, leaving Max alone once more. He didn’t give the box a second glance, too engrossed in sorting the video clips. Finally, after a few minutes, he saved the best parts, satisfied with the shots.His gaze shifted to his laptop, curiosity sparking as he opened the browser. A quick search brought up c