"Rachel Stewart, why are you always so hostile towards Isabella Sheffield? She didn't even arrive late. Besides, this is Stellar Entertainment, not your Stewart's household. Even if Isabella Sheffield was late, it's not your place to speak up, right?" Isabella Sheffield did not respond, but someone else showed displeasure towards Rachel Stewart.
Isabella Sheffield glanced at the girl who spoke out for her. She had a good impression of this girl. Petite and adorable, she looked like a doll, inciting a strong urge to protect her. Isabella Sheffield remembered her name - Rita Carter.
"You…" Rachel Stewart glared at Rita Carter. Rita Carter was someone she couldn't afford to offend. The top three influential families in the capital city were the Alexander Cole, Carter, and Brooke families, and even Ethan McMillan would show utmost respect when he encountered members of the Carter family. While she dared not provoke Rita Carter openly, she mentally cursed Rita for being a do-gooder.
"Has everyone arrived?" Just when Isabella Sheffield was about to thank Rita Carter, a man walked into the gathering room. He was tall, and his figure was well displayed in a deep blue suit. With a mixed-blood face full of exquisite features, he had icy blue eyes that were sharp and deep, shielded behind a pair of black glasses, adding a scholarly charm to his otherwise cold demeanor.
Isabella Sheffield felt an invisible pressure under his gaze, even more so than when facing Alexander Cole.
"My name is Michael Stephen, and I will be your head mentor. Stellar Entertainment doesn't keep idlers. I hope to see improvement from all of you during this month of training. Each specific area of training will be headed by an expert. You should all be aware of this, right? Stellar Entertainment periodically organizes mini assessments. I hope everyone can take these seriously. Failure means expulsion from Stellar Entertainment forever." Ethan McMillan, with his hands stuffed in his pockets, casually glanced at everyone present and spoke in an indifferent tone.
In Stellar Entertainment, they didn't have many artists, but all Stellar Entertainment artists had made notable achievements in the entertainment industry. They never asked for superficial skills but real talent. A huge part of this success should be credited to Michael, who stood before them.
Michael's reputation extended well beyond Stellar Entertainment; his name was well known throughout the entire entertainment industry. Not only because of his skills but also his acid tongue, few could remain unaffected.
"Yo, Michael, are you training the rookies?" In the tense atmosphere, where no one dared to breathe too loudly for fear of drawing the wrath of their instructor, someone insolently approached.
All eyes focused on a man near the door. Compared to Michael's formal appearance, he was much more relaxed. He was wearing a white shirt with a couple of buttons left open, exposing his fair chest and prominent collarbones. He wore a loose coat over it, black cropped pants, and a pair of white sneakers. The look was simple and casual, yet it highlighted his charisma.
"What are you doing here?" Seeing the arrival of Sullivan Cole, Michael was evidently annoyed and even somewhat angry. He didn't display even a bit of respect for the man who paid his salary.
But Sullivan Cole didn't seem to mind. It appeared that he was already accustomed to Michael's dislike for him. With a twinkle in his eye, he chirped, "Well, I missed you, so I came over to check on you – and by the way, to introduce someone to you."
With that, Sullivan stepped aside to reveal the woman standing behind him, leaving Michael's face turning dark with...