Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

York's lips quirked up in a smirk as he followed her out.

His girl was going through a rough patch. Wasn't it his duty to show a little care?

...

Back at the dinner, Dave was a shell of a man, forcing smiles and toasting the big shots.

Leda had dumped him, and his threats held no water with her. This dinner was his last shot.

"...Mr. Harrison, we've met a few times, but today's the first I'm privileged enough to propose a toast to you. I hope for your support in the future."

In past dinners, Dave didn't even get a chance to get close to the tycoons, much less toast them.

Cliff gave a half-smile, arms folded, "Dave... was it?"

"Dave."

"Right, Dave. Got a decent tolerance for liquor, huh?"

"Oh, just barely managing to keep up, you flatter me."

"I hear you're gunning for the role of the third lead in Mr. Shaw's new blockbuster series?"

Dave's expression turned serious: "What are you implying, Mr. Harrison?"

"It's not off the table. Right, Mr. Shaw?"

raised an eyebrow, not entirely sure what Cliff was playing at,

Dave's eyes lit up.

one tiny condition. Should be

"Name it."

drinks on this table, and the role is

the onlookers exchanged glances, eager for the unfolding

Harrison, this seems a bit

to drink. Just means the role goes

was a

white

all of it was a

only a

"I'll drink."

Cliff applauded, "Well done."

Dave started chugging, Cliff

[Done as you asked]

just because he

was a casual thing between you two.

the messages,

was

how to live

now

tried to hit

interested," and walked away. Leaving the guy fuming