Dorian paced back and forth in his office, feeling restless and irritable. After somewhat calming down, he sat back down to read the script.


    This script was his biggest opportunity at the moment. As long as he secured the role, he could p those waiting to see him fail right in the face.


    In his eyes, even though Michael was more famous than him, Michael''s skills weren''t that impressive.


    The only reason Michael had won three Best Actor awards was because Magi Pictures had poured resources into him, giving him roles for likable and well- crafted characters.


    On the other hand, Dorian had crawled his way up over the years, pouring so much time and effort into his craft. How could someone who was spoon-fedpare to him?


    He took a deep breath and went back to the script. However, after reading less than half a page, he found himself unable to continue.


    Frustrated, Dorian mmed the script onto the desk. Why was he not focusing? How had he previously understood character traits and brought them to life?


    Leaning back on the couch, he tilted his head up slightly. The re from the ceiling lights made his eyes ache.


    Dorian frowned and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he recalled the scene of L lingering at the set, helping the two rookies analyze their scripts.


    Back then, L had always been the one to help him dissect his scripts and characters. She would analyze the character''s inner psyche meticulously.


    She would even design subtle movements that suited the character, and for particrly challenging parts, she would hire specialized coaches to teach him how to make the character appear truly vivid and lifelike.


    They had been... so good during those days.


    L had always looked at him with warmth and love, and the two of them had never run out of things to talk about.


    When did it all started to change? When had their conversations grown fewer and fewer? How had ite to them acting like strangers when they met?


    Dorian stood up abruptly, his mind consumed by a single thought to find L.


    He had to get this role for Rowan''s project.


    Driving all the way to L''s old


    bment, Dorian took a deep


    breath before finally K


    swnol


    door.


    on the


    This time was different from before. Someone inside responded, "Hold on."


    It was a man''s voice. Dorian''s heart sank. L actually dared to bring another man home.


    The man who opened the door appeared to be about the same height as Dorian. "Who are you looking for?"


    "Who are you?" Dorian asked simultaneously.


    The man noticed the mask Dorian


    was


    aring and felt suu


    "You''re at my house, and


    y me who I am?ent


    This remark undoubtedly made


    maven angrier. He shoved thet


    man aside and walked in.


    L! Come out!" bo''s


    The woman sitting in the room was startled, and the man hurried over to shield her.


    When Dorian saw the woman in the living room, he stopped in his tracks.


    "Who are you? Do you know you''re breaking thew by doing this?" Although the woman was clearly frightened, she still held her head high and red at him.


    The man began pushing Dorian back. "Get out! Or I''ll call the police and report you for trespassing!"


    Dorian stumbled back a few steps as he was pushed. "Who are you people?"


    The man was furious. "You came to our house, and you''re asking who we are? Are you crazy? Get out now!"


    A trace of hostility shed in Dorian''s eyes, and he took a deep breath to suppress it. "Where''s L?"


    "Are you talking about the previous tenant?" the girl questioned.