The atmosphere on the set of Shadow of the Past suddenly transformed into a real-life drama stage, far more intense than the original script. Julian Caldwell stood tall and arrogant, his arm wrapped possessively around Scarlett's waist as if proclaiming to the world that the woman in his arms was forbidden territory for anyone else. Meanwhile, the aroma of expensive pizza from the boxes Jason carried began to fill the air—a strange contrast amidst the suffocating tension between Manhattan's two biggest actors.
"Julian!" Scarlett whispered sharply, her beautiful brown eyes widening in a mixture of shock and embarrassment. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at the JTC headquarters handling your pending endorsement contracts!"
