NS Entertainment, though known as an entertainment company, had grown into a global powerhouse in the industry, becoming an unparalleled force at the pinnacle of commercial art.
And yet, this empire had been nothing more than a “gift” from Robert, the president of the Lulart Group, to his son.
The ruler of this empire and the core driving its success was none other than Nimca.
Despite his extraordinary beauty and young age, Nimca had already become one of the most sought-after idols.
The drama Flowing Fire was a project destined for stardom. Written by the famed screenwriter Peter Pee—whose previous work, Palm Lines, had broken box office records—and helmed by renowned director Isaac, it also boasted a post-production team led by a world-famous editor.
NS’s top-tier celebrities were involved, ensuring that even before filming began, the buzz surrounding the project had already swept through the entertainment world.
Within three days of its announcement, the official Flowing Fire website had garnered over a million followers, crashing multiple times due to the sheer number of simultaneous visitors.
Yet, amidst all the hype, one key detail remained unresolved: the female lead.
Everyone in the entertainment industry was watching, eager to see who would claim this coveted role.
And today, Nimca had just offered this dream opportunity—something millions of girls yearned for—to a random girl he encountered on the street?
This was the kind of Cinderella moment nobody could turn down!
“Please, can you be my female lead?”
Nimca’s voice carried both tension and anticipation as he gazed at her. His clear eyes shimmered with a brilliance akin to starlight scattered across the night sky.
Nick, his assistant, stood off to the side, stunned by Nimca’s expression.
What…
Nimca, nervous?
While Nimca often appeared approachable and free of the usual celebrity airs, he was, in reality, a confident and composed young man.
He rarely took the initiative to approach others and was even less likely to lose his composure in public. Nervousness was a foreign concept for someone so accustomed to the camera’s gaze.
Yet today, he had broken his usual rules and extended an invitation to a complete stranger. Even more surprising, he now stood before her, visibly tense.
Nick adjusted his glasses, his gaze shifting to the girl.
She was indeed beautiful, but there was something enigmatic about her presence.
She wore black, yet her purity and elegance remained intact. She appeared unassuming, yet her natural aura carried an unyielding strength, subtle but potent—like water capable of eroding stone.
Most intriguing of all was the way she looked at Nimca.
Her eyes held no trace of infatuation or awe, not even the pretense of admiration.
No—she wasn’t even looking at him, not truly.
Still, Nick knew that anyone Nimca took an interest in must possess some remarkable, hidden quality that set them apart.
“Hmm…”
Avira tilted her head slightly, her black eyes meeting Nimca’s for a moment before she shook her head.
“No, thank you. I need to go home.”
“What?”
Nick’s disbelief mirrored the stunned silence of the crowd.
The girls behind her gawked at her as if she had just lost her mind.
This girl…
Is something wrong with her head?
Did she not understand that being noticed by NS and working alongside Nimca was a golden ticket to instant stardom?
Noelle was proof enough. In just a short time, she had risen to become the reigning queen of advertisements.
Nimca himself was momentarily taken aback by her unwavering refusal.
Still, he wasn’t ready to give up.
From her fluid movements earlier, it was evident she had been playing basketball for a long time.
Despite her seemingly lazy demeanor, there was an undeniable grace and charisma to her—something even seasoned male athletes struggled to emulate.
And then there was that moment…
He had been so sure he could catch her, only to find himself unable to even graze her. That couldn’t have been a coincidence.
This girl was far from ordinary.
“Please reconsider!”
The golden hue of the setting sun wove through Nimca’s dark hair, turning each strand into threads of shimmering light. His gaze held a resolute determination that refused to waver.
He couldn’t understand why he felt so strongly about this girl.
Nor could he fathom why she had refused without a moment’s hesitation.
Don’t all girls want to show off their talents to the world?
Why doesn’t she?
