Chapter 283

The cruel taunts were seared into Adrian Valdemar's memory like brands. Even after a decade, they remained as vivid as yesterday.

Every time he stood before the camera, those venomous words resurfaced on their own.

In the dressing room, Adrian took a deep breath in response to Sophia Laurent's inquiry.

"Never mind. The netizens are right. I'm not cut out for acting."

Damian Valdemar had always been his rival. When Adrian first entered the industry, he'd had plenty of fans.

When had the mockery begun?

Probably around the time Damian joined the entertainment world.

A weariness unbefitting his youth flickered in Adrian's eyes.

"I need a few days off."

Sophia studied his defeated expression, hesitating before speaking.

"Alright. Take some time to regroup."

Adrian's medical report showed no abnormalities.

The problem must be psychological.

This wasn't something to rush.

Sophia decided to investigate privately—perhaps consult Patriarch Valdemar for insight.

What exactly had this young heir endured?

Meanwhile...

Director Beatrice Holloway of the "Fleeting Love" production slunk back to her private lounge.

"Young Master Valdemar..."

Her obsequious smile was a far cry from her usual demeanor.

"That brat has no sense. I berated him for days, and he actually quit..."

"Can't you be more creative?" The voice on the phone dripped with disdain.

"Sleep with him, and I'll finance another series for you."

Beatrice's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Millions in funding, plus Adrian's striking looks...

"Don't worry. I'll find a way to secure him. I'll even send you the footage."

"Tch. I'll await good news." The call disconnected.

Beatrice's wrinkles smoothed with satisfaction.

She dialed Adrian's number.

"My tone was too harsh earlier. There's a cast dinner tonight—you should come."