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."

and glanced at it. The role was the lead in a film the company

perspective, Lila's anger

could tolerate her boyfriend being so nice to another

for? Do you want me to send you off?" Dorian scolded, irritated

but swallowed his words. He lowered his head and quickly left the

Dorian planned to announce on Twitter at 10:00 am that Lila was leaving the team. However, when he logged into the studio account, he was repeatedly reminded that it had been flagged for unusual activity and

inside him, prompting him to use

was already fuming, and this

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

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

reported with a beaming smile, "Mr. Morgan,

paused; his long fingers, merely grasping an ordinary pen, looked like a work of

of

Ms. Hart like this, it certainly won't stop here. I've already contacted the

of any remarks that

let her know about