Chapter 316
“What is it?” she asked, intrigued.
“I think I just spotted someone notable from our line of work,” he murmured, lifting his arm to gesture toward the hallway.
Noelle followed his line of sight and saw an older gentleman standing there. He looked lean, a bit worn out.
Silver streaks ran through his hair, and deep creases marked his features, but his gaze still carried a spark of dignity and quiet brilliance.
𝗙о𝘭𝘭о𝘄 𝗎𝗌 𝗼𝘯 𝘨𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈𝘃𝖾l𝗌.𝗰𝘰𝘮
She recognized him immediately. Wallace Dixon—a distinguished performer with decades in show business, admired for his integrity and awarded a Lifetime Achievement Award. His name was synonymous with excellence. In Noelle’s mind, Wallace was someone who thrived with age, taking meaningful roles well into his twilight years.
But something felt off today. He seemed distant, drained.
Eyes fixed on his phone, he didn’t notice the bin near the corridor wall. As he walked past, his foot caught the edge.
He stumbled and fell toward the floor—right in front of their booth’s doorway.
Farrell lunged to catch him. “Careful there, sir.”
Noelle rushed over, concern etched on her face. “Are you hurt?”
Even a small fall could be dangerous at his age.
Wallace steadied himself with effort and gave them a thankful smile. “I’m alright, appreciate it.”
Noelle exhaled, relieved. But before she could speak again, she spotted Maxton and Willa approaching from down the corridor.
Maxton didn’t hesitate. The moment he reached them, he gently took Wallace by the arm. “Mr. Dixon, the suite I reserved is upstairs—this is the second level, not the third.”
Wallace sighed softly. “My memory must be slipping. I went to the wrong floor.”
“You’re still sharp, don’t say that,” Maxton replied with mock sincerity. Then, facing Farrell, his tone took a jab. “Mr. Brooks, Mr. Dixon has already agreed to join Moss Entertainment. I’d advise you to refrain from any underhanded attempts to poach him.”
Farrell’s expression hardened, his voice chilled. “Don’t assume everyone plays dirty just because you do. I was offering a hand, not striking a deal.”
Maxton’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he held his tongue. Instead, he shot Noelle a frosty look before guiding Wallace toward a secluded suite on the third floor.
Noelle blinked in confusion. “What’s he talking about? Poaching?”
Farrell scoffed, his expression twisted in contempt. “Maxton pointing fingers? That’s rich. No one steals better than he does.”
Inside the quiet room, she took a seat and fixed her gaze on him. “I want the full story.”
Still simmering, Farrell slumped beside her and began unloading his frustration. “Wallace shut down his studio a while back. I paid him a visit and pitched the idea of joining Royal Wind Entertainment. The man’s a legend—he’s earned every bit of respect in this business and even picked up a Lifetime Achievement Award. Bringing him on would’ve been a game-changer for us. He could’ve anchored our…”
“Talent roster with real credibility. And beyond that, he’s got unmatched experience. Just one hour a week mentoring the newbies would’ve worked wonders.”
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