Rebirth, Behind the Top Star

Later, afraid that I would continue clinging to her, she did not hesitate to smear my name by branding me a twisted stalker. That lie led to my tragic death under the wheels of her crazed fans.

After being reborn, I cut all ties with her without a moment’s hesitation and she never tried to stop me.

A week later, when her new drama trended at the top of the hot search, I realized something shocking. Yevana had also been reborn.

I could not understand it. She had already achieved, in five short years, what most could not reach in a lifetime and she had done it by exploiting every possible advantage.

So why act like a victim now? Why twist the truth and force me to apologize publicly?

I slowly reached out and, under everyone’s stunned gaze, tucked the check back into Yevana’s pocket.

"It’s not easy earning that kind of money. You should keep it for your health."

I spoke with a pointed glance at a certain spot on her chest. Yevana’s face flushed instantly.

Though she had become a major celebrity in recent years, she was no stranger to scandals. Paparazzi often caught her shopping with wealthy backers and though she always claimed it was just part of business socializing, everyone knew the truth. Still, no one ever dared call her out directly.

Until now.

The onlookers didn't dare to express their anger and they were awkwardly holding their wine glasses in a stalemate.

The crowd froze, wine glasses in hand, caught in an awkward silence, not daring to speak.

"You filthy security guard! What the hell do you mean by that? I was just trying to help you out of kindness and you act like this?"

Yevana snapped, unable to contain her anger.

I maintained a calm, polite smile. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m just concerned about your health, that’s all.”

Yevana stood rooted in place, utterly humiliated.

Lucan rolled his eyes dramatically and raised his voice to the people around him.

"Well, since Mr. Lorrimer insists on rejecting Yevana’s kindness, we won’t press the matter any further. Still, given that the two of them were once in a relationship, Yevana still can't bear to see him toiling away in such a physically demanding job. If any crew happens to be short on extras, why not prioritize Mr. Lorrimer?"

"It's a bit tougher, sure, but it pays better than working security. Let’s just treat it as an act of charity, shall we…"

Despite his seemingly considerate tone, someone in the crowd could not help but interject with a smirk.

"Mr. Raye, as you know, not everyone qualifies to be an extra. Even if it’s just a few seconds on screen, appearance still matters…"

"So, with Mr. Lorrimer's appearance..."

He paused mid-sentence with exaggerated hesitation, which drew a round of mocking laughter.

"Well... coincidentally, our production is looking for someone to play a male escort. I wonder if Mr. Lorrimer would be interested?"

The room erupted with raucous laughter.

I smiled faintly and set down my wine glass.

"Thank you for the offer," I replied calmly.

"But I don’t see anything wrong with working security. At the very least, I earn my living with dignity."

"Tch, there he goes again, putting on airs. We go out of our way to offer him work and he still acts like he’s too good for it!"

Someone snorted in disdain.

"Exactly. He’s just trying to save face. Keeps turning us down now, but I bet he’ll be begging for our contact details once the dinner’s over."

"I actually think it fits the role perfectly, saying no with his mouth, but his body’s clearly eager to say yes."

Before I had the chance to decline, Yevana stepped forward, her expression calm and composed.

"Stefan, look at the miserable state you’re in, yet you still put on airs like you're above everyone else."

"Go on, change your clothes and let the directors see if you’ve got any acting talent at all."

Her tone left no room for refusal as if she were genuinely doing me a favor.

"No need."

I said, declining politely. Still, before I could take a step back, the female director named Margot Vance beside me gave me a firm push toward the dressing room.

"All right, Mr. Lorrimer, let’s not keep up the charade any longer."