"Hmph. I'd rather not have this gold medal to avoid death," Summer said.

"The director's position is that easy. Especially since Mr. Wood attaches so much importance to Lovito now."

Only Summer could sit firmly and withstand Shawn's high-intensity work pressure.

Just as they were talking, someone shouted loudly, "Mr. Wood is here!"

Immediately, everyone turned to the door in unison.

Gray suit, jeweled cufflinks, and spotless leather shoes, a man with extraordinary temperament stepped into the banquet scene.

His silver hair was even more eye-catching.

Shawn.

He became more and more calm, unsmiling, and awe-inspiring, exuding vibes that people dared not approach casually.

Joe walked over with a glass of wine in his hand. "Shawn, you're late. Punish yourself with three glasses."

He took it and said, "I just finished the meeting."

His face had frown lines, marks left by years of frowning.

"You are the protagonist, and everyone is waiting for you. One more toast to everyone. Tha