Chapter 427

Leonard Arnault and Gregory Thornfield were universally acclaimed as veteran actors in the industry.

One portrayed the chancellor, the other the general in "Empress," delivering textbook-perfect performances.

They never sought publicity, maintaining such low profiles that even award wins rarely made headlines.

But with "Empress" becoming a smash hit, netizens finally realized these masters had played all those iconic roles.

Supporting actors also gained unexpected fame. Yet the biggest winner remained Adrian Valdemar.

All those rumors about "diva behavior" and "poor acting skills" collapsed overnight. Fans were heartbroken.

"Our boy suffered so much being slandered for so long!"

"I must've been blind to ever criticize him!"

Adrian seemed overwhelmed by the sudden outpouring of affection. He signed autographs and posed for photos whenever asked.

Bystanders watched in astonishment.

"This is no playboy - he's an absolute sweetheart!"

"That fraud Damian did so much damage!"

As Adrian's fanbase exploded, Damian's social media was flooded with backlash. No amount of trending topic removals or paid trolls could stem the tide.

CRASH!

The glass door of Valdemar Entertainment's PR department shattered.

"That bastard Adrian!" Damian snarled.

"Damian."

A cold voice interrupted his rage. Sebastian Valdemar stood at the doorway, frowning.

After listening to his brother's exaggerated complaints, Sebastian said dismissively, "Just entertainers. Not worth your attention."

"Clean yourself up. Grandfather's birthday banquet is tonight."

Damian's eyes lit up. Only through their grandmother's influence had they gained any standing with the patriarch.

"I'll make sure to impress."

What did that bastard from a madwoman matter, so long as he pleased the old man?

Autumn sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting dappled patterns on Sophia Laurent's coffee cup.

Scrolling through her phone, her lips curved slightly.

Falling leaves spiraled through the courtyard air.

CREAK—

The private room door opened. The visitor wore a faded traditional suit, his temples streaked with gray.

"Ms. Laurent, my apologies for keeping you waiting."