Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 501

Finley spent a small fortune tracking down the director's whereabouts, finding him recuperating at a serene resort in the south. He immediately booked a flight for the next day, planning a personal visit with a gift in hand to see the reclusive director.

Before he left, he sent a text message to his sister, Larissa.

[Larissa, I heard a lot of people jumped ship and Director Benedict signed with Gale Entertainment. Don't worry, I'll find an even better director for you!]

After sending the message, Finley turned off his phone.

When the plane landed, he anxiously checked his phone. As expected, there was no reply from his sister.

He felt a pang of disappointment but quickly brushed it aside. Maybe she just thought he was all talk. Once he actually secured the legendary director, she’d have to be grateful for him saving the day.

But when Finley finally arrived at the resort, the manager had some bad news.

“Gustave’s already gone,” the manager told him. “He took a flight this morning. If you’d come yesterday, you would have caught him.”

How could this be…

“Do you know where he went?” Finley asked desperately.

“To Regal City,” the manager replied. “I think he got a call a few days ago, someone persuading him to come out of retirement for a new project. He seemed happy to accept.”

Regal City?!

Someone had beaten him to it!

Could this be Lucius Lincoln's doing again?

No! Benedict was already poached by Gale Entertainment. He couldn't let them snatch Gustave too!

“Can you please give me Gustave’s phone number?” Finley asked.

“Oh, stop teasing me, Gustave,” Larissa said, not a hint of guilt in her voice. “If I wasn’t busy studying herbal medicine, how could I have kept you supplied with treatments for your recovery?”

She placed a clean coffee cup in front of him and filled it to the brim.

Gustave chuckled, lifting his cup for a sip before sighing contentedly. “True enough. If it weren't for your medicine, we wouldn't be seeing each other after three years—we might never have seen each other again.”

“Don’t talk like that, Gustave. After three years of rest, you look healthier than ever,” Larissa teased.

“That’s all thanks to your effective remedies,” Gustave said gratefully.

Years ago, he had made a name for himself in the industry by directing a sweeping period drama. But when three years passed without a second film, the whispers began. Critics called him a one-hit wonder, suggesting he’d had a secret mentor guiding his first project.

In the fourth year, he silenced them by directing another period piece set in the same era but with a completely different style. Its quality and popularity were just as immense.