“Of course, Mr. Tyson. I understand,” Magnus replied immediately.
Just then, Livia cut in. “What about me, Dad?”
Damon looked at her, confused. “What about you?”
“I want to work at the company too,” she said, her expression serious.
His patience wore thin. “Work at the company? You’re one of our artists, and you’re about to marry Mr. Lincoln. Your job is to be Mrs. Lincoln and enjoy a life of leisure. Leave the business of running a company to your brother.”
Theon Tyson couldn’t hide the triumphant glint in his eyes. “Sis, countless women would kill to marry Mr. Lincoln. You’re going to be a top-tier socialite. You won’t need to worry about work. Just leave the company to me.”
Livia’s eyes filled with resentment, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she changed the subject. “I came here today to ask about the male lead. Has he been chosen yet?”
“Benedict hasn’t made a final decision,” Damon replied.
“I heard he’s torn between Rigby and Fulbright,” Livia pressed.
Leopold recognized both names. Rigby was a rising star, but with a reputation for a bad temper. Fulbright was a critically acclaimed actor with a spotless record.
“Do you have a preference?” Damon asked.
“I want Rigby,” Livia stated flatly.
Leopold frowned. From a professional standpoint, Fulbright was the safer, better choice. Why would she push for Rigby?
“Why?” Damon asked, equally puzzled.

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