Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 141

The male celebrities, at least, weren’t causing any trouble. Julian was a seasoned pro, and under his guidance, Jonathan and Lennon were diligent during training.

As an award-winning actor, Thomas naturally drew the most attention, pulling in a massive number of viewers.

The reality show, Iron Will, was an instant hit. With its positive message, fresh concept, and a roster of famous celebrities, the premiere episode went viral, dominating the trending topics online.

During the one-hour and forty-minute broadcast, the live comments nearly covered the entire screen.

“Thomas' reality show debut! I’m here for it! 🎉”

“Jo’s doing great, props to him.”

“Doris, my queen! She looks even more stunning in a uniform.”

“Did Yvonne join the entertainment industry just to enlist? She has such a sweet face, but in that uniform, she’s both beautiful and badass.”

“Seeing her in the morning, so full of life, makes you feel like every day is a fresh start.”

“Did that ugly girl Daisy wander onto the wrong set…?”

Online, a few hashtags stayed locked in the top three trending spots: #AwardWinningActorThomas, #NewcomerYvonneShines, and #GetDaisyOutOfHollywood. It seemed Daisy was committed to riding her wave of infamy all the way to the bottom.

After the first taping, the second was scheduled for two weeks later.

The first episode had focused on grueling military training. In contrast, the second theme was military-civilian interaction, making for much lighter content.

“I’m pretty good with a staff myself, Captain Lee. How about a few rounds?” Lennon asked politely.

“Alright,” Captain Lee agreed with a nod, but the look he gave Lennon was laced with arrogance. He clearly looked down on the pretty-boy celebrity.

Lennon had once won several national martial arts competitions and had genuine skill. But years of auditions, acting, and public appearances had left him a bit rusty.

Captain Lee, on the other hand, trained year-round. He was naturally the superior fighter.

He was also hot-tempered and fiercely competitive—a trait that served him well in the military. He didn’t hold back against Lennon, which in his mind was a sign of respect for his opponent. But he overlooked one crucial detail: Lennon was an entertainer who made his living with his face.

So when Captain Lee’s fist shot toward Lennon’s head, Lennon couldn’t dodge in time. A cold sweat broke out on his back.