Dorian kept his head down, barely daring to breathe.
Royce's face was ashen, and the floor was littered with scattered documents.
Every time he thought of Julia's appearance last night, Royce felt a burning rage in his chest!
Especially that broken belt—how could anyone beat her so hard that the belt snapped?
What did they take his woman for?
"How is it so hard for you to find a manager?! Do you not want this job anymore?!" Royce slammed his hand on the desk, making a loud noise.
"President Butler, Star Sovereign International is currently experiencing a mass exodus of managers. There really aren't any good ones left, and besides, your requirements are quite... specific."
No male managers allowed.
Female managers must be mature and stable, with a normal sexual orientation.
They must be at least ten years older than Julia.
They must be highly competent and capable of making Julia a star within a year.
In the world of talent management, where male managers far outnumber female ones, the first requirement alone eliminated a large pool of candidates. And with such stringent criteria for the female managers...
For Star Sovereign International, which was already losing managers in droves, finding someone like this was practically impossible.
"What about my demands?!" Royce shouted angrily. "Three billion dollars, and you can't even find her a manager?"
Dorian suddenly had a bright idea.
"President Butler, there might be someone."
"Who?!"
Dorian quickly stepped forward, rummaging through the papers on the floor for a while before pulling out a profile.
"Yvette."
Just as Dorian was about to hand over Yvette's profile to Royce Butler, Royce's face darkened.
"Tell me! Don't make me read it! I'm not in the mood!"
He looked like he was ready to kill someone.
"Yes, President Butler. The person I thought of is Yvette. She's managed several top actors and actresses and even discovered a superstar in the music industry. Her skills are top-notch. She's thirty years old and known for her no-nonsense approach." Dorian reported everything in detail.
Royce's blue eyes flickered. It sounded promising.
"However, President Butler, Artis International is spending a lot of money trying to recruit Yvette. They have a very important newcomer they want Yvette to manage."
"I don't care how much it costs. Even if we have to tie her up, get that woman to be Julia's manager! If anyone dares to compete with me, they better be ready to face the consequences!"
Royce gritted his teeth.
Just thinking about how the CEO of Artis International was Harry, Julia's ex-boyfriend, made Royce's blood boil.
"Yes, sir!"
Royce was about to say something more when his phone suddenly chimed. He picked it up immediately and saw a message from Julia on WeChat.
"Was it you who came last night? Did you apply the medicine for me?"
Royce quickly replied, "Does it still hurt?"
"Much better now. Keep up the good work, I won't disturb you."
Dorian quietly lifted his head.
What the heck!
What did he just see?
The boss, who had been wearing a face that could scare off anyone just moments ago, now had a smile as gentle as a spring breeze.
So friendly, so tender.
Dorian rubbed his eyes, thinking he must have been hallucinating from all the stress Royce had put him through!
Royce continued to carefully type out his message.
"If you want to eat something, ask the housekeeper to make it for you. Take a good rest at home these days."
"Okay, it's getting hot. Make sure to stay cool and drink plenty of water."
Seeing Julia's caring words, Royce's smile grew even wider. He reached for the cup on his desk.
Hmm?
It was empty.
He was about to get up to refill it when he noticed Dorian standing in front of him like a statue. His face immediately darkened.
"Why are you still here?!"
"I'm leaving right now!" Dorian quickly turned and left, eager to escape this place of potential disaster.
That must have been the boss's wife!
He had never seen anyone who could make the big boss smile so quickly. It seemed like he needed to get on the good side of the boss's wife from now on!
Julia stared at the words on the screen. Although she had never met this man, she had a feeling he was a gentle person.
They say men become more caring as they age, and it seemed true for this forty-year-old man.
Even though there was a significant age difference, Julia thought that as long as he treated her well, what did it matter?
Julia Avery touched her belly, wishing she could get pregnant soon.
She had stayed home for five days, and the swelling on her face had subsided. The injuries on her body healed quickly thanks to the consistent application of ointment.
During these five days, she ate well and slept soundly, feeling more relaxed than ever before. It seemed like a blessing in disguise.
The film crew called, asking her to return as soon as possible.
Julia felt well-rested and immediately packed her things to go back.
Zoey finally breathed a sigh of relief. Dorian's secretary had been calling every day to check on Julia, and Zoey hadn't dared to slack off even a bit. Now that Julia was really leaving, Zoey could finally relax.
Just as Julia stepped out, ready to hail a cab, a familiar sapphire blue Ferrari pulled up beside her.
"Looks like you're recovering well," Royce said, a bright smile on his face.
Perhaps she had grown accustomed to his sudden appearances, as Julia wasn't surprised at all. She simply opened the car door and got in.
Royce frowned, "Who said you could get in?"
"I told them to let me up! Weren't you here to pick me up? Considering how attentive you are, I'll forgive you for always hanging around my place," Julia said as she buckled her seatbelt and looked at Royce.
"Let's go." Royce Butler, speechless, drove Julia directly to the Swan City Film Base.
As they arrived at the entrance, just as Julia was about to get out of the car, a small white bottle appeared in front of her.
"What's this?"
"It's scar removal cream. They say it's really effective, making your skin even smoother than before. I don't know if it's true, so I want you to try it out for me."
Julia's lips curved into a slight smile as she looked at Royce. This man had clearly bought a dress specifically for her but claimed a client had left it behind. Now, he had gotten her scar removal cream but pretended he didn't believe in it and wanted her to test it.
This man...
Julia decided not to call him out on it. She took the bottle from him. "Alright, I'll try it out for you and let you know how it works," she said, putting the bottle into her bag.
Instead of getting out of the car immediately, she draped an arm over Royce's shoulder. "You know, buddy, if you keep using these roundabout ways, you might have trouble finding a wife in the future!"
She chuckled, gave Royce's shoulder a couple of playful pats, and then got out of the car.
Royce watched her leave with a mischievous grin on his face.
He wasn't worried at all!
After all, he already had a wife, and that wife was you, silly!
Back on set, Julia dove back into her hectic filming schedule.
Meanwhile, Bailey received some shocking news.