Only after seeing Yura's mood improve that I dared to ask the question in front of her. To be honest, if the two of them didn't resolve their conflict soon, they might end up going their separate ways—something I definitely didn't want to see. "That night, I remember nothing. I only recall being drunk, but after that, it's all a blank." "Really?" I raised an eyebrow. Honestly, I didn't believe someone like Ryan would betray Yura so easily. "Really. And I don't think I even touched Kristy that night. When I woke up, my shirt was gone, but my pants were still neatly on." Ryan spoke earnestly. Hearing this, Yura and I exchanged a glance and smiled. "Then where did those photos come from?" I pressed. As Yura's best friend, I knew exactly what she was thinking, so I asked directly. "I truly don't know. I have no memory of them at all." Yura looked at me and gave a slight nod. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief—it seemed she believed Ryan. These details were enough to prove that nothing had happened between Ryan and Kristy. It was likely all orchestrated by Kristy herself. After comforting Yura a little more and "ordering" Ryan to stay and take good care of her, I left the hospital and caught the next flight back to Rivemon. After a night's rest, I returned to the company. Ambrose had just sent word—Naomi's role had been finalized, though it wasn't exactly what we'd initially discussed. In fact, the new role was even more significant than the previous one. When Naomi heard the news, she nearly jumped for joy. Her manager decided to take her to meet with Ambrose to discuss the specifics. However, when Naomi learned she'd have to isolate herself in a remote location for three whole months, she hesitated. The company had positioned her as a rising star, an "internet celebrity". If she took this role, she'd disappear from the public eye for three months—something that didn't align with her current image.She had initially gained fans through her looks and persona, so while her fanbase was large, few were truly devoted. After this hiatus, only a handful of loyal fans might remain. I completely understood Naomi's hesitation. So, even though the deal with Ambrose was settled, the company held off on announcements, waiting for the production team to make the first move. Then, Ambrose's first directive was to invite Naomi out for a late-night snack. Of course, this was how two foodies bonded. But during that meal, Ambrose also shared some valuable insights. He felt Naomi's current acting style wasn't quite right for his film. The role she was taking would be a complete departure from anything she'd done before—a total transformation, inside and out. Ambrose's expectations for Naomi aligned almost perfectly with my long-term plans for her career. So, I even called Naomi personally, urging her to follow his guidance—it would be a huge boost for her future. Meanwhile, preparations for the drama's theme song were underway. After the call, I stopped by the recording studio. Thankfully, Jasper's work always put me at ease—the recording was progressing smoothly. But then, an unexpected visitor arrived at the company. It was Scott Raven, the up-and-coming male singer I'd initially invited to sing the theme song—before negotiations fell through over price. When my assistant informed me, I returned to my office to find Scott lounging on my sofa, sunglasses on, exuding an air of arrogance. "Ms. Sinclair." He gave me a slight nod as I entered, removing his sunglasses to reveal his face fully. His eyes held a look of disdain as if he thought himself above it all. I couldn't help but find it amusing. It had been a long time since I'd seen such an overconfident young man in the entertainment industry. "You know who I am, right?" Scott smirked. I looked at him, deliberately feigning confusion. "You are ... ?" His expression stiffened. He frowned. "Ms. Sinclair, you must be joking. As the CEO of an entertainment company, how could you not know me?"I tilted my head slightly, meeting his gaze coldly. "Sorry, what was your name again? Are you, by any chance, an actor who has won the Golden Best Actor Award?" Scott said nothing in response. "Or perhaps a director of blockbuster films? Or a global touring music star?" His face darkened. Through gritted teeth, he muttered, "Ms. Sinclair, you have quite the sense of humor." "Humor?" I pretended to be surprised. "Why would you think I'm joking? If you're none of those things, why should I know you?"