Liza sat with a calm demeanor, her voice steady but firm. “Susan isn’t fit to play Diane.” Susan’s entire body trembled with anger at the statement. Her face turned red as she fumbled to grab her phone, calling President Sam in a fit of fury. Meanwhile, the assistant director’s face darkened with displeasure, clearly frustrated by the situation. “Miss Susanza,” he began curtly, “you might be Young Master Mason’s companion, but you’re still an outsider here. You don’t have the authority to interfere in casting decisions. Besides, you’re not even the scriptwriter. How can you claim to know who’s suitable for Diane’s role?” He shot her a sharp look before adding, “ President Sam is an investor in this project. He’s funding 50 million, and he’s arranged for a supporting role. You have no place to object to this.” Liza’s lips curled into a faint smile as she leaned back slightly. “So, President Sam is investing 50 million?” The mockery in her tone struck a nerve, causing Susan to erupt. All semblance of composure vanished as she roared, “That’s right! If I don’t get the role of Diane, don’t even think about getting this 50 million!” Susan’s manager stepped forward, her expression smug. “Director, you know what’s at stake here. You also know Susan’s connections. Liza is just a nobody. Any smart person would understand the right choice to make here.” Despite the aggression thrown her way, Liza remained poised. “Susan must leave,” she stated coolly. The assistant director’s patience snapped as his eyes blazed with irritation. “Miss Susanza, on what grounds are you ordering us around? You’re nothing more than Young Master Mason’s lover. President Sam is ready to invest 50 million to support Susan. Don’t overestimate your importance! We’re not going to risk offending him because of you!” Without flinching, Liza slowly stood, her expression as indifferent as ever. “If you insist on casting Susan as Diane, then I’ll leave,” she said plainly. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a document and strode toward the director. “In that case, consider our contract null and void.” The assistant director froze, his anger giving way to confusion. His eyes flickered to the document in her hand. As he read the words on the page, his face paled instantly. A… contract? The document clearly outlined that the scriptwriter had final authority over casting decisions. If the scriptwriter disapproved of an actor, the contract would automatically become invalid. “Wait… you’re the scriptwriter?” the assistant director stammered, visibly shaken. The room fell silent. Susan’s jaw dropped, her face twisted with disbelief. “What?” she screeched, pointing an accusing finger. “That’s impossible! Liza’s lying! She’s definitely not the scriptwriter! She grew up without a mother, was kidnapped as a child, and spent her life in the countryside. You’re telling me she can write scripts? That’s ridiculous! If she’s a scriptwriter, then I must be an international superstar!” Fueled by rage, Susan turned on Liza, her voice growing louder and harsher. “Liza, get lost! Just looking at you makes me sick!” She whipped out her phone, preparing to call President Sam and demand action. At that moment, the doors to the audition room swung open. A group of bodyguards, dressed in sleek black suits, filed into the room with military precision. Their commanding presence silenced everyone instantly. Leading the group was George, who moved smoothly and respectfully stepped aside. The tension in the room peaked as Gavin strode in, his every step exuding an air of authority. His sharp gaze swept over the room, and the cold energy he carried was enough to make the director’s heart skip a beat. Liza stiffened at the sight of him, her mind racing.Why was Gavin here? Her pulse quickened in alarm. She had come to this audition to meet her senior, but if Gavin found out she was here for another man, things could get messy. Gavin’s eyes were like ice as he scanned the room, his presence suffocating. Before anyone else could react, Susan suddenly stepped forward, her face lighting up with excitement. “Mr. Gavin, you’re here!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling slightly. “Did President Sam send you?” She could hardly believe her luck. Her mind spun with possibilities as she admired the man standing before her. Gavin was leagues ahead of President Sam—powerful, wealthy, and incredibly handsome. If she could somehow capture his attention… Susan stepped forward, her demeanor dripping with false innocence. “Young Master Gavin, you didn’t need to come in person,” she said in a sweet tone. “A single call to the director would’ve resolved this issue. But I feel so wronged! Someone actually came to cause trouble for me…” Gavin’s expression remained unreadable as he asked slowly, “Who’s causing trouble?” Hearing his question, Susan’s confidence soared. She assumed Gavin had come to defend her and felt a rush of triumph. Eagerly, she moved closer to him, swaying her body for effect. “Young Master Gavin, it’s her!” she exclaimed, pointing at Liza. “She claims to be the scriptwriter and insists that I’m unfit to play the role of Diane. The director has already approved me, but Liza keeps stirring up trouble. She even wants to drive me away! Isn’t that outrageous? She’s such a difficult woman!” Gavin’s gaze shifted to Susan, his eyes filled with faint mockery, but she remained oblivious. Instead, she turned toward Liza with an air of arrogance. “See? Young Master Liza is here for me! You…” Her words were abruptly cut off by Gavin’s calm, lazy voice. “Don’t get upset,” he said, his tone carrying a touch of indulgence. “If it makes you happy, making her disappear is as simple as saying the word.” The room went silent, the weight of his words causing everyone to hold their breath. Even Susan froze, her triumphant expression faltering. Who was he talking to? The question hung in the air, and for a moment, Susan assumed the affectionate tone was meant for her. She felt a surge of joy, her cheeks flushing as she prepared to respond. “Young Master Liza…” she began, her voice trembling with excitement. But before she could continue, Gavin strode past her without so much as a glance. His steps were purposeful as he stopped in front of Liza, his tone softening. “Did you get hurt?” Liza raised her head slightly, meeting his gaze with a calm expression. Susan stood frozen, her mouth agape. The reality before her was too much to process. What? she thought in disbelief. Mr Gavin is… worried about Liza? How is that possible? Her mind raced, but Gavin’s actions spoke volumes. He was clearly here for Liza, not her. Liza remained silent for a moment, briefly reflecting on whether she had done anything out of line before Gavin entered. She concluded that her behavior had been restrained enough to keep her fierce side hidden from him. “Good,” Gavin said with a faint smile, satisfied with her silence. Meanwhile, Susan’s shock and humiliation were evident as she struggled to grasp what had just happened.