Chapter 86

Lucas Sheridan observed Sophia Laurent's shifting expressions in silence.

As the show's director, he had witnessed all the recent turmoil.

Though unaware of the Lowell family's internal conflicts, their cruel treatment of Sophia was unmistakable.

Years in the entertainment industry had sharpened his instincts—the targeted hate in the live comments was clearly orchestrated.

The mastermind behind it was obvious.

"Sophia, if you want to address the rumors about Director Lowell, I can give you a few minutes."

The online backlash against her was brutal.

Richard Lowell's remarks were deliberate character assassination. A simple explanation or even a hint of the family's mistreatment could turn the tide.

Lucas maintained a neutral tone, but Sophia sensed his genuine concern.

His offer to break protocol for her sake warmed her heart.

A faint smile touched her lips.

Since leaving the Lowells, she had found more sincerity elsewhere.

Her clenched fingers relaxed as resolve settled in.

"Director Sheridan, are you interested in making a film?"

This was meant to be Richard's gift. Not anymore.

Lucas blinked, caught off guard by the abrupt shift.

"Of course."

Though now a variety show director, every filmmaker dreamed of the silver screen.

Who didn't want to create a masterpiece, stand on that podium, and hold a Best Director trophy?

But his past films had underperformed, driving investors away.

Those days were a struggle.

Only after switching to variety shows did he regain footing.

He'd been searching for the right script—either the stories didn't resonate or budgets fell short.

Sophia's voice was soft but firm. "I have a screenplay. Would you discuss it after the show?"

Surprise flickered in Lucas's eyes.

"Absolutely."

He doubted she had anything groundbreaking, but Sophia's contributions had made this show a hit.

For that, he'd give her the time.

"We'll talk then."

"Sure."

Lucas hesitated. "About what I mentioned earlier—"

Sophia understood. "Thank you, but let's not waste precious airtime."

Her gaze hardened. "I'll handle it myself."

Those online comments glorifying Richard while vilifying her?

She'd see how far his doomed "River Banquet" could go.

By the time she returned to set, "We Are Singers" was nearing its finale.

The host beamed. "The audience votes are in! Ready for the results?"

Hurry up!

I just want to see where Nathan Lowell's pretentious "Child" ranks...

The crowd's eager response made the host skip the suspense and announce the rankings immediately.