Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 526

Of course, Leopold’s die-hard fans also swarmed her replies.

[Hah, so you sideline Leopold just to launch your own music career? Let’s see if you actually have any talent!]

[She’s probably just going to release Leopold’s songs and claim they’re her own.]

[That’s definitely what’s happening!]

These comments, however, were quickly buried by Larissa’s loyal readers.

[Can’t wait for you to prove these trolls wrong!]

[Leopold’s character is trash, and his fans are just like him!]

Larissa liked the comment, “Can’t wait for you to prove these trolls wrong!”, pinned it to the top of her replies, and wrote back: [You got it!]

After that, she spent a few minutes browsing the online speculation about who would be cast as the male lead in “Heaven's Will”.

Just then, Director Gustave called.

“Larissa, you asked me to keep an eye on the casting for Gale Entertainment’s new series. A friend in the industry told me their director, Benedict, is considering two actors for the lead: Rigby and Fulbright.”

“Rigby is one of the hottest new stars, a phenomenal actor, but he has a reputation for being difficult. Fulbright, on the other hand, is an award-winning veteran with a flawless public image. No scandals, no rumors, nothing.”

A glint appeared in Larissa’s eyes. “I understand. Thank you, Gustave.”

After hanging up, she smiled. Everything was proceeding smoothly. The next step was to ensure Gale Entertainment cast the actor who was a ticking time bomb, the one whose scandal would shock everyone.

Recalling the file Nightveil had sent her a few days ago about the Gale Entertainment chairman’s illegitimate son, Larissa dialed Livia’s number.

“Livia, I have some news for you. Your father’s illegitimate son has joined Gale Entertainment and is being groomed to take over. If you don’t want the company falling into his hands, you’ll do exactly as I say.”

…

“Finley, it’s me! Open the door!” Leopold gave up on the bell and started pounding on the door with his fist.

Still no response.

“Could you keep it down?” a woman from the next apartment grumbled, opening her door.

Her complaint died in her throat when she saw Leopold. The man was strikingly handsome, and he looked familiar. A singer who’d recently become famous… what was his name again?

Leopold shot her a cold glance.

“Sorry,” he muttered, and was about to ram his shoulder into the door when it finally creaked open.

Finley stood there, his hair a mess, dark circles under his eyes. A stale stench of alcohol wafted out from the apartment.

Leopold’s gaze went past him to the coffee table, which was littered with empty beer bottles. He pushed his way inside and slammed the door shut behind him.