On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 241

The director nodded enthusiastically, overjoyed.

Jessica had found George just outside. Her car had suddenly broken down this morning, and he’d been the one to give her a ride to the set. He’d just returned to tell her the car needed to go back to the dealership for repairs—a process that would take about two weeks—and to pick her up after work.

The moment he saw Jessica approaching, George stepped out of his car. She felt a little embarrassed, knowing she was about to ask for a favor.

She swayed slightly as she walked up to him. “Uh… could you do me a huge favor?”

“Of course,” George replied instantly.

His quick agreement caught her off guard. “You don’t even know what it is.”

“If you’re the one asking,” he said in his usual flat tone, “I’ll help with anything.”

Jessica swallowed. “Okay, so, you know the short series we’re filming? The lead actor just graduated this year and has zero experience playing a CEO type. The director saw you earlier and said you have exactly the presence he’s looking for. He was hoping the actor could learn a thing or two from you…”

George’s brow furrowed slightly.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” Jessica added quickly. “I know it’s a bit of an imposition…”

“I’ll do it,” he cut in.

Her next words died in her throat. “That’s great! Come with me.”

She grabbed his arm, her excitement bubbling over as she pulled him toward the set. George glanced down at her fair, slender fingers resting on his sleeve, and the corner of his mouth curved into a faint smile.

Inside, the director rushed to greet them. “Hello! A pleasure to meet you. What should I call you?”

“This is George,” Jessica introduced.

“George, thank you so much for this,” the director said, wasting no time. “We have three scenes we need help with. If you could just coach our lead actor a bit.”

The director was speechless.

George swirled the wine in his glass, the deep red liquid crashing against the crystal in crimson waves. The director was so captivated he forgot to call cut. It wasn’t until George shot him a look—a glance so sharp and commanding it was almost suffocating—that he snapped out of it.

“Cut!” the director shouted.

George rose, casually placing the glass on the bar. “What’s next?”

Instantly transformed into a fawning sycophant, his posture almost a bow, the director explained, “The female lead comes to see him, and they argue at the door. After she loses the argument, she turns to leave, and he chases her to the elevator, grabbing her hand.” He quickly waved the lead actress over.

When she saw George, her heart began to race, and she instinctively looked down.

George didn’t even glance at her. “I can’t do this scene.”