Chapter 880: Chapter 880 Suppression_1
Louis Snyder was silent.
Under the strap of the young boy’s wristwatch, there was a not-so-obvious scratch, as fine as one made by an accidental slip of a blade, unremarkable.
Louis Snyder withdrew his gaze and stood up to walk toward the room, "I’m not sick."
Brother Davis chased after him, "Louis, it’s not about saying you’re sick, but seeing a psychologist could..."
Before he could finish, the door had already closed.
Brother Davis could only sigh helplessly.
Louis Snyder was a promising talent; in just a short time at the company, his popularity and online presence had already begun to rival the current "top brother" of the company, and the senior executives all had high hopes for him.
If his trajectory continued at this rate, becoming a movie emperor might not be possible, but at least achieving A-list status was within reach.
But...
What Brother Davis worried about the most was that Louis Snyder might get overwhelmed and hurt himself, potentially affecting his future development.
He was all prepared to have a long talk with him, and he had even found a psychologist.
But who would’ve thought that the next day Louis Snyder would act as if he had returned to his normal self, shooting scenes as usual and interacting with visiting fans like nothing was amiss—and showing no signs of the weary, world-weary demeanor from yesterday.
Brother Davis almost doubted whether he had been seeing things the previous day.
But the more Louis behaved like this, the more worried Brother Davis became.
He was concerned that with Louis’s young age, repressing his emotions for too long would inevitably lead to problems.
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Tiffany Lynch terminated her contract with Prideful Entertainment and found a new backer, who happened to be the newly appointed President of the Simmons Clan.
Not many people knew about this, as getting too tangled with capital wasn’t a good thing for female artists.
Within the circle of the rich second-generation, most discussions were about how shrewd Tiffany Lynch was, even managing to turn George River and Jimmy Simmons, who used to be as close as biological brothers, against each other.
However, most of the discussions were in jest, as those in the know were aware that, on one hand, George River had fallen out with his family and now devoted himself to the entertainment industry, and on the other hand, Jimmy Simmons, despite his apparent splendor, was overshadowed within the Simmons Family by his illegitimate son of an uncle who truly held sway.
Both "brothers" weren’t faring well.
But Tiffany Lynch was unaware of all these, having been overshadowed by Hannah for so long, she couldn’t help but want to show off with her new-found support.
It could be said that there were few in The Palace Wall’s cast who didn’t dislike her.
Her acting was subpar, yet she had a penchant for stirring drama and carried an air of entitlement larger than that of an award-winning actress.
It was yet another scene with her counterpart.
At this moment, the empress had long lost her former glory, watching as her emperor, who once promised her a lifetime of devotion, was constantly surrounded by newcomers, while she could only feign magnanimity and force a smile.
She was a woman of grace and elegance all her life.
But in the end, she too was a woman who had genuine feelings.
Watching her husband grow intimate with other women, even though she was smiling on the surface, her eyes betrayed a profound sadness and helplessness, and even a hint of weary resignation.
Such a multilayered performance was definitely a great challenge for any actor; this scene in the TV series also existed, and Crystal Quach’s performance had been hailed as "textbook acting."
But when it came to Tiffany Lynch, all she could muster was a pitiable look, nothing more.
Stiff and dull.
The director was so enraged he was about to start yelling through the megaphone, but was pulled back by an assistant tugging at his clothes, pointing in another direction.
An inconspicuous corner.
The man sat in a wheelchair, his eyes sharp and unhidden, with slender, pale hands that belied a pampered noble, appearing no less than his peers even while seated in a wheelchair.
The director recognized Jimmy Simmons.
