Too late for a second chance (Lila and Dorian)

Chapter 23

"Mr. Blake, are you really going to make your affairs with Ms. Hart public?" The assistant looked worried.

Dorian was annoyed. He tugged at his tie, his gaze cold. "Are you too bored?"

The assistant swallowed hard and continued under pressure, "The film's project manager has been putting pressure on us. It wouldn't be good for us if news of Ms. Hart leaving breaks now. I'm just considering that and urging you to think it over."

These words only added to Dorian's irritation. Did the assistant not realize that he was aware of how making this public could also negatively impact him?

Not to mention dealing with the project manager, just the fact that Lila had been with him through his lows until now was enough for others to accuse him of being ungrateful.

All the reputation he had built over the years could go down the drain because of Lila's unreasonable antics. There was no way he would take that without doing anything.

Dorian's expression darkened as he pulled a script from a pile of disorganized documents. "Deliver this script to Zara."

He comforted Zara first, not wanting her to feel too upset. Then, he would consider how to handle Lila.

"Oh, and you can try contacting the film investor directly and saying I'd like to meet him."

was the lead in a film the company had invested in. His eyes flickered, and

outsider's perspective, Lila's anger with him

tolerate her boyfriend being so nice to another

are you still dawdling for? Do you want me to send you off?" Dorian scolded, irritated by the unreliable people around

assistant wanted to speak but swallowed his words. He lowered his head and quickly left

However, when he logged into the studio account, he

frustration welled up inside him, prompting him to use his personal account

any content at the moment. He was already fuming, and this only made him angrier, so he smashed his phone against

the top floor of the Morgan Group's building, in the CEO's office, Kieran looked at the documents before him in an elegant posture. His clean-cut black hair and tailored suit accentuated his broad

cool demeanor, his tall nose adorned with gold-rimmed glasses. His eyes were mysterious beneath the lenses. He had a perfect jawline and gave

unattainable nature. He reported with a beaming smile,

pen paused; his long fingers, merely grasping an ordinary pen,

raised his head, a rare hint of

won't stop here. I've already contacted the

hint of any

let her know