Chapter 151

Michael Johnson was currently the hottest name in Hollywood.

With two blockbuster films and a hit reality show under his belt, his star power had skyrocketed, and scripts were flooding in.

Yet he turned them all down.

Only one thought consumed him—winning Lucy White back.

His phone pinged with a new message from his agent.

"Director Maurice Ford's new film has a compelling supporting male role. Interested?"

Michael skimmed the script, his expression darkening with each page.

"What kind of garbage role is this? Pining for the female lead till death? No way."

He dialed Director Ford immediately, ready to deliver a scathing rejection.

"Director, do you really think I'd play some—"

Before he could finish, the director cut in, "Lucy's been cast as the female lead."

Michael swallowed his sarcastic remark.

"Can I audition for the male lead?" he asked urgently.

"Lead's already cast. Confidential." The director's tone brooked no argument.

Hanging up, Michael immediately called Lucy.

"Heard you landed Director Ford's new project?" His voice betrayed his eagerness.

Lucy, mid-face-mask, raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, won it fair and square."

"Do you think... I'd fit the supporting male role?" he ventured cautiously.

Lucy burst out laughing. "Perfect fit. Basically playing yourself."

"How so?" Michael bristled.

"Bad temper, stubborn, and ridiculously prideful," she counted off on her fingers.

"I've changed," he muttered petulantly.

"So, are you taking it or not?" Lucy wasn't in the mood for his dramatics.

Michael leaned closer to the phone. "I'd rather play the male lead."

"Dream on," Lucy peeled off her mask. "Ethan Smith's got that locked."

"What?!" Michael's voice shot up an octave.

His fists clenched. Ethan had the audacity to make this move?

"He recommended me for the audition," Lucy added.

Michael forced a smile. "With your talent, you'll nail it."

"Did hell freeze over?" Lucy sounded genuinely surprised. "You're complimenting me?"

Jealousy gnawed at him. "Did... he recommend me for the supporting role too?"

"Yep." Lucy's tone was matter-of-fact.

Michael narrowed his eyes.

What was Ethan playing at? Hand-delivering him a chance to get close to Lucy?

This had to be a trap.

"I'll do it!" he ground out through clenched teeth.

Even if it was a pit, he'd jump in. No way was he letting Ethan have solo access to Lucy.

Hanging up, Michael punched the couch.

"Ethan Smith, just you wait!"

Meanwhile, at Lucy's home...

Noah White dutifully cleared the dinner table while Grace White took her daughter's hand.

"I'm thinking of opening a farmstay," she said softly.

Lucy instantly understood her mother's intention, her eyes growing moist.

"I'll help set up the wards," she said, leaning into her mother's embrace.

Grace gently stroked her daughter's hair, her gaze resolute.

This time, she would protect her children at all costs.