NovelUSAChapter 192
"It's about to start. Hurry back," Lila called out after Michael as he briskly walked away.
She turned her attention back to the script, flipping through the pages one last tto ensure there were no
details that were overlooked.
Michael was talented and quick to grasp concepts, but this role was unlike anything he'd done before. Although
they had spent the past week dissecting the script, Lila couldn't help but feel a hint of nervousness as the
audition drew near. Still, what truly irked her was the piercing gaze from across the room.
Dorian, uncharacteristically reserved, didn't engage with anyone as he entered. Usually, he thrived in social
settings like this, but today, he seemed out of place.
From the corner of her eye, Lila caught sight of his gaunt features. His sharp, brooding stare made him look like a
vengeful ghost, lurking in search of prey.
And she was his target.
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When their gazes met, it felt like two lightning bolts colliding, an electrifying force that could reduce everything
in its path to ashes.
The venom in Dorian's eyes intensified when Michael returned with a small dessert in hand. His expression grew
darker, a mix of malice and disdain that even Michael couldn't ignore.
"What's his problem?" Michael muttered, frowning as he sat beside Lila. "He looks like he's got skind of
mental illness."
Michael placed a small cake in Lila's hand, keeping one for himself. He took a bite and sighed contentedly.
"Food really does make everything better. You've got yours now too, so no tattling to my agent when we get
back, okay?"
Michael seemed genuinely at ease. "Once this is over, I'm going hto sleep for a full day. I'm spending the
entire day tomorrow gaming!"
His declaration sounded almost grandiose, as if he were announcing plans to conquer the universe.
Lila looked at the dessert in her hand and couldn't help but smile faintly, a mix of amusement and helplessness.
The audition process moved quickly. The five actors from their group were scheduled back-to-back. Michael was
third, and Dorian was fourth.
"Don't be nervous. I'll be here waiting," Lila reassured Michael, noticing that his usually calm demeanor was
slightly shaken.
"Practice makes perfect," she thought. Such a saying had applied well to actors.
Michael's performance was
flawless. Within ten minutes, he returned looking noticeably more relaxed. As he passed Dorian, he
resist throwing another jab.
"You look awful. Try not to faint before you even start speaking. There are a lot of international big
shots here today-it'd be a shto embarrass yourself on a global
stage."
Dorian shot him a glare before stepping onto the stage.
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"Lila, your former client is so fierce," Michael teased tically, earning a laugh from her.
She shook her head. For someone with a polished image, Michael's playful antics were a sharp contrast.
Dorian, on the other hand, seemed to falter slightly at Michael's taunts. His barely restrained fury simmered, the
fire in his eyes threatening to conshim.
"Do you think he'll do well?" Michael asked, glancing at Lila.
"I don't know," she replied calmly, her expression unreadable.
It wasn't her concern anymore.
Her gaze remained steady as she looked toward the stage. The man standing under the spotlight bore no trace
of the youthful confidence and ambition he once exuded.
"I bet he won't be as good as me," Michael commented, smirking. "How about we
make it interesting? If I'm right, you owea meal when we get back."
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