Cole was particularly dumbfounded. Was that still the poor country boy, Tyler?

At this moment, Tyler looked more like a fashion icon in designer wear. His fashionable look replaced his usual depressing form.

His hair was also cut short, revealing beautiful eyes and defined facial features. His features were what directors adored for the screen.

Cole couldn't believe that this fashionable person in front of him was Tyler. Tyler had always wom dirty clothes and looked ugly. No one cared about his true appearance.

However, his outstanding appearance was revealed after his makeover, and Cole felt an inexplicable sense of urgency. His intuition told him that Tyler would be his strongest opponent in the future.

Tyler's appearance left Francis at a loss for words. The boy standing before him was a far cry from the image of a rough-and-tumble country bumpkin that he had been led to expect. It had to be some kind of mistake.

Frowning, Francis’ eyebrows knitted together in a knot of confusion and disbelief.

He turned to Cole, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke.

“Where did you find this guy to be the villain of this drama? It seems like he's outshining you!"

Cole was just as puzzled as Francis, his teeth grinding together in frustration.

“Maybe his agent helped him switch things up. The first time I laid eyes on him, he was a mess of long, tangled hair and grime. I never would have thought he could change so much after cutting his hair and changing his clothes," he muttered.

It dawned on Cole why Ariana was so insistent on signing Tyler, even after their altercation. She had a discerning eye and impeccable taste—he had to admit that much.

Cole was seething with anger, and he regretted making Tyler take this role. Now, he needed Francis to help him take Tyler down a peg or two.

With a sickeningly obsequious tone, he implored Francis to come up with a plan to put Tyler in his place.

"You're a seasoned veteran in this game, Mr. Salazar. Surely you can find a way to make him see reason. He didn't take you seriously on the first day, and he won't show you any respect in the future."

Francis clicked his tongue and said, "That's tricky."

Francis let out a weary sigh, his eyes hidden behind a pair of sleek sunglasses. He racked his brain for a solution, his impatience growing with every passing moment.

He couldn't terminate the contract with Tyler now. Not only would it tarnish his reputation, but it would also result in a significant financial loss. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and find another way forward.

“Where is the changing room?" Ariana's piercing gaze fixed upon the two men, her eyes as cold as ice.

She didn't understand Francis' sudden hostility toward Tyler before this moment.