After stepping off the stage, Liza cast a lingering glance at Serena before turning away and leaving without a word. Serena’s heart raced. She forced a pitiful expression as she tugged at Brandon’s sleeve. “Brother Brandon, who would’ve thought that Mr. Davis was the one who cheated? I really misunderstood my sister. I just hope she doesn’t hold it against me…” Brandon’s brows furrowed briefly, but his thoughts quickly turned to rationalizing her behavior. Serena probably only said those things because she was worried Liza might take the wrong path. It’s not her fault. Gently, he reassured her, “Don’t worry. I’ll talk to Liza and explain that you didn’t mean any harm. She won’t blame you.” Outside the Venue In the parked car, Gavin leaned back, his expression unreadable, though there was a faint, almost imperceptible curve to his lips. George, seated nearby, watched him with confusion. The Young Madam was remarkable today, yet the president doesn’t seem moved at all? Unable to bear the silence, George decided to intervene. “President, Young Madam is about to come out. If you don’t say something, she might think you’re being too cold. A little praise wouldn’t hurt—she’d probably appreciate it!” Gavin glanced at him, his eyes calm but piercing. Undeterred, George pressed on, “Think about it, President. That Mr. Sam isn’t as rich or as good-looking as you, yet he managed to chat so casually with Young Madam when they first met. Why? Because he knows how to sweet-talk! You need to be more… gentle, or someone like him might take her away!” At the mention of Mr. Sam , Gavin’s expression shifted slightly, his brow furrowing. Why was she talking with Mr. Sam ? Their interaction lingered in his mind. Liza shouldn’t have any reason to be so friendly with him. Yet George’s warning was valid—Mr. Sam wasn’t someone to underestimate. Gavin’s gaze darkened as his demeanor turned cold and calculating. Moments later, Liza emerged from the building and headed directly toward the car. She climbed in without hesitation, settling into her seat. George’s nerves kicked into overdrive. Clearing his throat, he cast a meaningful glance at Gavin, urging him to speak. Gavin, however, appeared as calm as ever. Breaking the silence, he said in his steady voice, “I heard your translation of the poem earlier. It was excellent, but one word stood out as slightly off. If you had translated it as ‘undying love,’ it might’ve been even more precise.” George nearly choked on his breath. What?! Of all things, he’s critiquing her word choice? This isn’t how you praise someone! But before George could intervene, Liza’s face lit up with excitement. “Gavin, you’re incredible! I had the same thought—it felt just a little off. I was thinking of something along the lines of ‘until death do us part.’ Doesn’t that sound smoother?” Gavin’s lips curved ever so slightly as he repeated, “Until death do us part.” George felt his knees go weak, and the car jolted as he shifted in his seat. What just happened? Liza blinked, her surprise evident. “Gavin, did I hear you right?” He remained calm, his expression giving nothing away as he avoided her gaze. Assuming she had misheard, Liza shrugged it off and didn’t press further. Meanwhile, George stole a cautious glance at Gavin. To his astonishment, the usually composed president’s ears were faintly red, and his gaze seemed unusually evasive. Wait… Is he actually… shy? With his usual air of authority, one might expect Gavin to sweep Liza into his arms and kiss her passionately. Instead, he pulled out his phone, composed a brief message, and sent it off to Mason before leaning back and closing his eyes, as calm as ever. Moments later, Liza’s phone buzzed. Mason’s message read: [Junior, they’re moving ahead with the casting for that script you wrote. You need to be there to oversee it!] Liza blinked, momentarily surprised. [So soon? Didn’t you tell me it would take a few years?] She had casually written the script during a quiet period and sent it to a well-known film company. While the company had praised her work, they explained that as a novice screenwriter, it would likely take three years before her script could be considered for production. It seemed impossible to fast-track the process given the fierce competition among seasoned writers. But now, they were suddenly starting casting? On the other end, Mason sighed in exasperation. [The big boss spoke up personally. No one dared delay. Besides, your script is fantastic. Director Green himself was impressed and pushed to have it prioritized. They’re excited to start production, so here we are!] After a pause, Mason added another message: [Oh, one more thing—this will be a good chance for you to finally meet Senior. He’s also going to be there for the auditions.] Liza hesitated for a moment, her mind lingering on the frequent mentions of this mysterious “Senior.” Mason had repeatedly urged her to meet him, but she had never taken the opportunity. Why is Senior attending a casting? she wondered. Could he be involved with the company? Or… is he some big-shot actor in the industry? Despite her curiosity, she nodded inwardly and sent a quick reply confirming her attendance. After ending the call, Liza glanced out the window and furrowed her brows. This wasn’t the route home. She turned to the man sitting beside her. “Gavin, where are we going?” Gavin slowly opened his eyes, his tone calm but firm. “There’s somewhere I want to take you.” The car soon pulled up outside an upscale shopping mall. George parked the vehicle as Gavin led Liza inside, eventually stopping at an elegant jewelry store. Gavin gestured toward the display, his voice casual yet warm. “Mrs. Liza, you accomplished something remarkable today. As your husband, it’s only right that I celebrate your victory.” Before her, an array of dazzling jewelry was neatly arranged: a delicate diamond necklace, ruby earrings that shimmered like fire, and a brilliant diamond ring. Each piece was exquisitely crafted and undeniably expensive. Liza was momentarily stunned by the gesture, her gaze shifting from the sparkling jewelry to Gavin’s calm expression. “Isn’t this a bit much?” she asked, though her voice carried a hint of amusement. Gavin’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Not at all. You deserve it.”