Chapter 339


    "No, I gotta go find her now!" After saying this, he was about to walk out, but Liam stopped him at


    the door.


    "Listen, if you want to find her, at least you gotta know where she is first. Otherwise, you''ll be


    searching forever." Liam grabbed his arm, trying to persuade him. "Take my advice, eat first. I''ll find


    out her schedule. You don''t want to be too weak to talk when you finally see her."


    "President Windham, you''ve waited for more than three years. What''s a few more hours?"


    It''s different this time. He was waiting for death for those three years, but now he''s fighting for life.


    However, Liam made sense, so he went back to sitting on the sofa, continuing to watch the live


    broadcast.


    There was no fresh food in the fridge, and they didn''t have time to go shopping. So Liam ordered


    takeout and got some for himself too. It looked like his n to take a vacation was ruined again.


    Liam stood at the door of the study. Worried about Brett, he would take a peek inside from time to


    time, watching the ugly cat sitting on the back of the sofa, stretching its neck to watch the phone


    with Brett.


    There is a saying that animals have a sixth sense; could the "Izabe" in the video really be


    Izabe?


    Liam thought about it carefully and felt a chill down his spine.


    While waiting for the takeout, Liam searched for the recording location of the show and found it was


    in R City.


    Liam searched for "Izabe" and mainly found negative information. He checked the real-time


    updates and saw manyparison photos.


    Izabe''s changes appearedter on. ording toizens, not only her face changed, but even


    her acting skills. It was as if she''d been reced, or nobody had ever known the real her.


    In theparison photos, one showed a heavily made-up Izabe, while the other showed her in a


    dress. They were obviously the same person, but they gavepletely different impressions.


    - The eyes never lie.


    Liam looked at Izabe''s early photos and videos andpared them to today''s. They indeed


    seemed like two different people. For a moment, even Liam thought Izabe had returned.


    He quickly shook his head, dismissing the absurd idea.


    The takeout arrived, and Liam chose a light taste. He didn''t know how long it had been since Brett


    had eaten. His stomach had always been sensitive, so he could only eat nd food to avoid getting


    sick.


    Compared to half an hour earlier, Brett''s condition was then much more stable, like a normal


    person. He ate quietly, then got up to wash his face, brushed his teeth, shaved, and changed his


    clothes.


    Seeing Brett getting ready, Liam didn''t need to remind him and just grabbed the car keys.


    "Where''s the recording location?"


    "R City," Liam said. "I''ve booked the flight tickets. The timing is just right."


    Upon hearing "R City," Brett''s expression changed slightly. Memories of the past caused him some


    pain.


    Niki, the limping cat, always followed them around. When Liam went downstairs, he heard a


    "thump" sound behind him and looked back at Niki.


    "You can''te with us. We''re catching a ne, and pets aren''t allowed. Stay home, and we''ll be


    back soon." Although he wasn''t sure if the cat could understand humannguage, Niki did stop and


    sat on the stairs, watching them leave.


    Looking at Niki''s blue cat eyes, Liam felt a shiver and thought the cat wasn''t that ugly after all.


    The cat wasn''t ugly, to begin with. It was just that the fire had been so fierce that it had burned off its


    fur, tail, and one of its ears, leaving it crippled and hideous.


    In the blink of an eye, three years had passed. More than a thousand days had erased a person''s


    traces and made people forget the cute cat that oncey in Izabe''s arms.


    Liam drove while Brett sat in the back seat with his eyes half-closed, repeatedly listening to


    Izabe''s voice on his phone.


    Liam nced at Brett through the rearview mirror and noticed that his intimidating aura diminished


    when his eyes were closed, probably because his eagle-like eyes were hidden.


    He could sense Brett''s vulnerability, which was hard to believe.


    In those days, Brett''s vulnerability was real, like a cracked mirror. The broken pieces were


    seemingly intact but would shatter upon touch.


    Liam had been working with Brett for 11 years, witnessing his transformation from a young and


    promising man to a mature and steady one and finally to a gloomy and depressed one.


    Brett was wealthy and powerful, living a life that the lower ss envied. However, besides money


    and power, he seemed to have nothing.


    He''d lost his parents at a young age and had no family. The Windham family was ruthless, and he


    had to tread carefully. Perhaps because hecked love from an early age, he didn''t know how to


    love someone.


    By the time he realized he was in love with Izabe, she wouldn''t even give him a chance to see her


    onest time.


    Some people say money is good, but what''s the point of a life like Brett''s? He couldn''t even keep


    the most important person in his life.


    Whose fault was it? His own, of course.


    -"If you remember my kindness one day, don''t cry, don''t think, don''t look back, for I''ll be gone."


    No one would wait for him to learn how to love.


    Liam focused on driving as the sound of rain grew louder. Outside the foggy car window, the city


    was full of fragmented reflections on the ground.


    The Golden Age performancested more than 20 minutes, surpassing the previous three groups.


    The biggest contributor, of course, was Izabe. Her acting was simply outstanding, even beyond


    what the instructors could achieve.


    Many people were still immersed in the performance, recalling Izabe''s tearful, desperate eyes


    that broke their hearts.


    Casey was sitting in the audience, his eyes slightly red and a proud smile on his lips.


    He looked at her, the girl he loved, a priceless treasure. She was not only beautiful but also highly


    talented. He felt that no one but him deserved her.


    Fortunately, the girl he liked secretly liked him too.


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    Casey scratched his ear narcissistically, thinking that the luckiest thing in the world was that the


    person he liked happened to like him back.


    Casey sat in the first seat, followed by national-level actors Connie, Gavin, and Dorian. Among the


    four mentors, Casey had the least experience. But he earned his spot here with his skills; no one


    could deny it.


    In front of them were the actors'' profiles and the script.


    Gavin was the first to speak: "Izabe, I really loved your performance. You brought the character


    Danielle to life. Your acting has practically redefined what it means to be a web series actor."


    Izabe bowed deeply to him, "Thank you!"


    Mr. Kane, standing offstage, couldn''t help but p. Since the end of Golden Age''s performance, the


    audience couldn''t help but apud, and his hands were almost numb from pping.


    He pped not just for the entire performance but for Izabe alone.


    He remembered what Izabe had said in the cafe that day. She wasn''t bluffing; she had the skills


    to prove she wasn''t just a pretty face.


    Mr. Kane shook his head in shame, admitting that Brad York had stumbled upon a real gem.


    Everyone thought Izabe was just a rock, but little did they know that it was a priceless treasure


    inside when you cut it open.


    Mr. Kane saw Izabe''s hand trembling. He didn''t have time to check the news online, but the staff


    reminded him that the show had already be a hot topic.


    And "Izabe''s acting skills" were still rising, likely to top the hot search list.


    It would be strange if this show didn''t be a hot topic. Once the edited version used toe


    out, he believed people''s opinions of Izabe would change.


    After the performance were the mentors''ments, Gavin praised this group and even joked, "To


    the actors about to go on stage, I suggest you have lunch first, forget about this group''s acting skills,


    and maybe the pressure won''t be that great when you go on stage."


    "I have something to say." Connie interrupted, cutting off Gavin''s unfinished words.


    "I don''t think this group performed that well, and I certainly don''t agree with Izabe''s acting skills."


    "Connie, what do you mean?" Gavin looked at her in astonishment.


    Connie held the script in front of her, her expression serious: "I just want to ask Izabe, have you


    really read the script?"