"Julian, those debt collectors are soon coming back to the country to find me, only you can help me." Yvette’s face was filled with pity, her lips trembling slightly as she spoke. It was clear she hadn’t been doing well lately. But this had nothing to do with Julian Sterling. "We have no relationship anymore." He entered the dressing room, but Yvette followed behind him. "You’re not going to just ignore me, Julian, after so many years together, do you really plan not to help me?" Yvette regretted it, regretted not holding onto him that day. Julian glanced at the assistant in the dressing room, signaling for them to escort Yvette out. Yvette gritted her teeth, unwillingly turning her head. "Julian, I don’t believe you could really do this to me." Yet Julian never asked her to stay again; he sat in the chair, waiting for the makeup artist to apply his makeup. Yvette’s tears were about to fall. Where could she find eight billion to pay them back? Passing by a female celebrity, the actress chuckled lightly with a haughty tone. "Some people just have no sense of self-awareness. Julian has rejected them so many times, yet they keep pushing themselves forward shamelessly." This remark was clearly aimed at Yvette, and it was loud enough that everyone around heard it. Yvette’s face burned; she dared not retaliate. This woman was Shannon Yates, a Best Actress, whose status was close to Julian’s. How could a rookie like her dare provoke them? Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝕟𝕖𝕥 Yvette’s eyes were bloodshot; she had had enough of being looked down upon. Since the Jacobs Family had gone bankrupt, such looks were common. Yet now, she still couldn’t escape it. If Julian were still with her, she wouldn’t have to worry about these things. But she didn’t regret handing Julian over to Gloria; without Gloria, she would have been the one cursed by the netizens. Yvette practically fled, not daring to pause her steps. Julian remained in the dressing room, not intending to pursue Yvette; after the makeup artist finished, he began acting. Gloria’s actions irritated him, and now he could only vent through acting. But maybe due to agitation, the usually director-friendly Julian was frequently stopped today. The director, worried about his health, quickly spoke up. "Best Actor Sterling, are you feeling unwell? If you can’t manage, don’t force it. I can reschedule your scenes later; you can come and finish them directly." Julian thought carefully and nodded. "Director, thank you, I’m indeed not feeling well." He removed his makeup, not knowing where to go, ultimately calling Evan Yancy to go drink together. Meanwhile, Hugo Quinn was still dealing with Dylan Dawson’s matters, having devised a perfect plan with Lan Yancy after several days. Dylan’s injury was almost healed; his physical condition far surpassed others, and this level of injury was rather common for him. "Where do you plan to go next?" Felix Ford had breakfast placed before him, asking casually. Dylan responded without hesitation, reluctantly sipping a bit of congee. Felix sighed, knowing Dylan wouldn’t change his mind, regardless of what was said, so he gave up. In Serenford, opposing Hugo was akin to courting death, but this person was his friend; he didn’t want anything to happen to him. Dylan’s answer was firm, as if he saw Hugo kneeling before him begging for mercy. After breakfast, he moved a bit to stretch. Looking up, he saw a child’s face; it was Marcus. The child stared straight at him, as though trying to pierce a hole through him. Upstairs, Eleanor Hollis’s voice sounded, and the child glanced at him once more before slowly pulling down the curtain. Dylan stayed put, knowing the best way to strike Hugo was through these two people. Having them in hand meant Hugo couldn’t do anything. But he had made a prior agreement with Felix not to harm this mother and child. Dylan furrowed his brow, slowly clenching his fists. Perhaps he could only disappoint Felix; once things were done, he would atone with his life. That night, everyone in the castle had fallen asleep. Dylan first went to Eleanor’s room, easily unlocking the door, seeing someone lying in bed, presumably Eleanor. The corners of his mouth curved slightly as he slowly approached, intending to knock the person out with a hand strike. But lifting the blanket, he found not Eleanor, but a soft pillow. His face darkened, turning to see Felix standing at the door. The lights were suddenly switched on, dazzling him with the glaring brightness. "You promised not to touch them, Dylan; I always thought you were a man of your word." Faced with his friend’s accusation, Dylan was momentarily at a loss, truly not expecting Felix to know, even before he acted. He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but then remembered he genuinely intended to take the mother and child, so he slowly closed his mouth. "I promised Hugo to take good care of them, Dylan. That’s your personal vendetta against the Quinton Family; it shouldn’t involve a woman and child." Dylan impatiently interrupted Felix. This person always wore a righteous face; what was wrong with seeking revenge? Did his parents die for nothing? "Felix, all you talk about is Hugo; you’re selfish too. If you really cared about me, you should hand over that mother and child instead of lecturing me here. You know what kind of person I am; if I could give up revenge on the Quinton Family for a few words from you, I wouldn’t be Dylan." Felix stood silently at the door, pressing his lips. "You can easily relinquish hatred; I can’t, Felix. From the moment you chose to help Hugo care for his children and wife, we were no longer on the same path." After speaking, Dylan coldly left. Felix remained at the door, seemingly speechless. Until the sound of the door closing from downstairs, he realized the person had gone far. In the adjacent room, Eleanor opened the door and stepped out. She had heard everything the two men said, and it was Felix who advised her not to sleep in her room, hinting he knew Dylan intended to harm her. She said awkwardly, initially finding the man terrifying, spending time here with almost no interaction. She didn’t expect this man to genuinely care for them, willing to turn against his own friend.