Lila sat quietly, watching as Dorian's performance faltered on stage. His delivery lacked emotion, his presence off-kilter—a stark contrast to his usual charisma.
Michael, seated beside her, finished his quip and turned to glance at her, expecting a response. What he saw instead was someone entirely calm, her gaze steady and detached. Her long lashes fluttered with each blink, but her eyes betrayed no emotion.
To anyone watching, it would seem as if the man on stage were a complete stranger.
Dorian himself realized something was wrong. When he stepped off the stage, his movements were unsteady, his confidence shattered.
He knew.
This role wouldn't be his.
His assistant rushed over, concern etched on their face. "Mr. Blake, are you alright?"
Dorian ignored the question, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Lila's now—empty seat.
His fists clenched tightly at his sides. Throughout Michael's audition, Dorian had seen traces of Lila's guidance in every movement, every nuanced expression. She had shaped Michael's performance—those habits were unmistakably hers.
Rage flared within him. She had guided him for five years—he knew her habits better than anyone.
If she had channeled that same energy toward supporting him instead of clinging to her supposed grudge, he wouldn't have been distracted, and this role would have been his without question.
Ryan glanced at his expression and dared not say another word. He could only quicken his pace to keep up with him.
Ryan spotted Lila waiting for a car outside with Michael, and an alarm bell instantly went off in his mind. However, he couldn't stop Dorian, who was already storming over in a fit of rage.
Dorian closed the distance in just a few strides and grabbed Lila by the shoulders. "Is this the outcome you wanted?"
Caught off guard, Lila winced in pain and immediately pushed him away, her expression turning cold with disgust.
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