401 Chapter 401 - Do I Need to Apologize?

"Laila!" Louise was about to speak, but she was interrupted by Laila, who raised her hand.

"Let's just cancel Roy's contract. We never really settled on any penalties for breach of contract anyway, so let's not make him pay."

"But...," Louise couldn't understand what was happening. These two people didn't seem like they would go their separate ways. "But what about the rumors between you two?" After thinking for a while, she finally found a reason to object.

Laila shrugged indifferently, "Just say our ideals don't align, and we're parting ways. That way, his departure can be attributed to heartbreak."

"How can you do this?" Louise looked at her, realizing that Laila had made up her mind. She turned to Roy, "Don't you know how much Laila has put into this for you? How can you treat her like this?" She couldn't help but feel angry.

Roy didn't look at her; instead, he looked at Laila. "Do I need to apologize?"

"Why should you apologize?" Laila also looked at him. "I don't think there's any need to apologize for working hard to achieve your dreams. Everyone has the freedom to live for themselves. If you believe that what you're doing now is what you want, then go ahead."

"Heh." Roy laughed, with a hint of hard-to-detect sadness in his laughter. "Thank you. If there's anything you need me for, I'll cooperate. The rest, I'll leave to my agent." With that, he turned away. "Goodbye, Laila. Goodbye, Louise."

Then he left with a resolute attitude.

"Laila, why didn't you stop him?" Louise was infuriated. Even though she had witnessed similar situations before, she couldn't contain her anger. "How long have you been working for his sake? And now, right after everything is settled, he's running off with someone else!"

"Let it be. If he's not happy here with us, staying would only make everyone's mood worse," Laila replied calmly.

"Don't you care at all?" Louise yelled at her angrily for the first time.

"Of course, I care," Laila shook her head. "But caring or not caring is not a reason to prevent someone from pursuing their dreams."

"If you just asked him to stay, he would have stayed!" Louise was genuinely angry and disappointed. She had thought they could truly be together. Why had it turned out like this?

"Louise, I need to get back to work. You should go too," Laila said, her determination evident.

Seeing that she had made up her mind, Louise left the office with a gloomy expression.

After she left, Laila picked up a pen and wrote the name "Michael Ovitz" on a blank piece of paper.

"Ovitz, let's see what you can do for him."

Meanwhile, Roy sat in his car, burying his head in his arms against the steering wheel.

The last time he had felt this emptiness was when he returned home with his younger brother, only to find their room ransacked and their mother gone, never to return.

He had thought such a situation would never occur again, but he had experienced it once more.

In truth, he had come here hoping to gauge Laila's reaction. Even if she had said just one word to make him stay, he would have remained by her side no matter what.

But she hadn't.

She had discarded him like a used pencil without any emotional attachment. Even if she saw him as a tool for making money, she didn't seem to care about his departure at all. Did she even care about him as a person? Did she think he wasn't even worthy of being a tool anymore?

As he thought about it more carefully, it didn't seem so impossible. With her talent for creating stars, she could easily make someone a top-tier celebrity with a single song or film. Hollywood was teeming with handsome men, and if she wanted to boost someone's career, it would be a simple task. So why would she care about his departure?

"Haha," he couldn't help but laugh. It was absurd. Everything had been his wishful thinking, and he should have known better. Why was he unwilling to accept this reality?

After a long while, he took out his phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Ovitz, it's Roy. I agree."

"That's great!" Ovitz exclaimed with surprise, jumping out of his seat. "You won't be disappointed with the decision you've made!"

Roy wasn't in the mood to talk with him and quickly arranged the time and place for the signing before ending the call.

What he didn't know was that after hanging up, Ovitz excitedly jumped around in his office like a young man.

He couldn't help but be excited because this achievement was of immense significance to him, possibly the most important in his life.

Yes, he had built CAA from scratch and even held the position of Disney's president, but those were past accomplishments. He had made CAA too successful, to the point that his current AMG business was struggling.

He had always used various methods to poach talent, both skilled agents and promising stars. Compared to established Hollywood figures, Roy, as a rising star with extraordinary potential, was a rare find. Moreover, having him under his wing held special significance.

Perhaps in Hollywood, Roy's influence wasn't as strong, but when it came to fame, especially international fame, he was definitely on par with the top stars. He had the looks, the physique, the acting skills, and the talent, possessing everything needed to become a superstar. He was, without a doubt, the future reigning king of Hollywood!

Stealing someone away from the Morans would signify to others that his abilities surpassed even theirs and were worth trusting. With such a future superstar created by his own hands, he would undoubtedly attract more people to his company.

As a result, the struggling parts of his business would improve, and he would show Hollywood that the man who had once held the greatest power in Hollywood could come back in a new way!

As for whether this would offend the Morans, he wasn't particularly concerned. In his view, Hollywood had its own rules, and he was merely poaching talent according to those rules. If they weren't satisfied, they could poach from him as well, provided they had the capability!

Smart individuals should understand that professional agents and non-professional agents are fundamentally different. He had been in this business for decades, and the contacts he held were far beyond what a 20-year-old girl could imagine.

She might be able to offer a few roles, but he could offer those people a brilliant future!