Watching Jessica Archer walk over to the director, Mika Summers averted her gaze and sat back down in her original seat.

She picked up the drink on the table and continued sipping it.

Tristan Grayson stood there, staring at her blankly for a while before deciding to walk over.

Seeing this, Henry Archer quickly followed his boss.

Watching Tristan Grayson approach her, Mika Summers’s hand tightened around the drink bottle.

Even though he had hurt her so, so deeply in the past, her heart still began to race uncontrollably when she came face to face with him.

Those unpleasant memories seemed to flash before her eyes...

She suppressed the stifling, uncomfortable ache in her heart and casually looked away, feigning disinterest.

Tristan Grayson walked up to Mika Summers. Seeing she was still staring at Chester Warren, a smile touched his lips as he said coldly, "It seems President Summers is quite fond of Chester Warren."

"I am." She gave a sarcastic smirk, placed the drink on the table, and stood up. Crossing her arms, she added in an indifferent tone, "I used to be quite fond of Mr. Grayson, too."

Tristan Grayson hadn’t expected Mika Summers to say that. He looked at her, surprised. He desperately wanted to ask, ’What about now? Do you still like me?’

But the words were caught in his throat. He gave a self-deprecating laugh and sat down in a nearby chair.

"Mr. Grayson, whether it’s the past you or the present you, your acting is superb." Seeing him sit there silently, without a hint of guilt, a pang of pain shot through Mika Summers’s heart. ’He really is Tristan Grayson,’ she thought. ’He’d never let his emotions be easily swayed by me, no matter when.’

It had taken her more than two years to be able to stand before him and treat him like a complete stranger, but he...

"..." He turned to look at her, not understanding what she meant.

But just then, a cry of pain came from the director’s area, followed by the sight of a dozen people running toward Chester Warren.

Without saying another word to Tristan Grayson, Mika Summers hurried over in her high heels.

Tristan Grayson stood up, his brows furrowed. He watched as the crowd carried Chester Warren to a chair. ’How could something go wrong right after filming started?’

"What happened?" He didn’t rush over to check on Chester Warren like everyone else. Instead, he went to find the director first to get a clear picture.

"I don’t know what happened. The shoot was going fine, and then the rope suddenly snapped." As he spoke, Director Miller stroked his chin and looked quizzically at the rope on the ground.

Tristan Grayson frowned and looked down. The rope was thick enough; it shouldn’t have snapped even with the weight of two Chester Warrens, let alone one. He didn’t want to be suspicious, but his first instinct was to look at Mika Summers.

After resting for over ten minutes, Chester Warren still couldn’t stand up. Director Miller had no choice but to suggest filming with a stunt double for now.

But Chester Warren’s stunt double had a family emergency and had gone home half an hour ago. So, they couldn’t find a replacement on such short notice.

"Director Miller, I have an idea, though I’m not sure if it’s appropriate," Mika Summers said with a cold smile, watching the director pace back and forth anxiously.

"Please, go ahead, President Summers."

"Wasn’t our President Grayson an actor before? I believe no one is more suitable to be the stunt double than him."

"Ahem, President Summers, it’s true that Tristan was an actor, but he can’t be a stunt double." ’Even if I agreed, Tristan wouldn’t be willing. Besides, with his status, how could he possibly be a stunt double?’

Mika Summers was unfazed. She looked at Tristan Grayson with a cold smile. "Mr. Grayson, you see the situation. We really can’t find anyone suitable right now. Besides, I was truly hoping to watch this exciting fight scene today."