"since no one here can style your hair properly, let my stylist take care of it," Cole said with a wave of his hand toward a tall, thin woman in the corner.

Francis remained silent throughout the entire exchange, seemingly agreeing with Cole's actions.

The rest of the crew also kept quiet, afraid to speak up and get caught in the middle of Cole's game of power. Even the director, who should have been in charge, remained silent, leaving the tension in the room palpable. Everyone knew that Cole was causing trouble on purpose, but they didn't dare to speak up for fear of making things worse.

The cutthroat entertainment industry was filled with its own set of rules, and those who were new to the scene were often subject to "special treatment." It was an unfortunate reality that aspiring artists had to face. The established celebrities would pick on the newcomers, especially those without influential backers.

Navigating this murky world was no easy feat.

One wrong step and an aspiring artist could easily fall out of favor, with no hope of ever returning to the limelight.

“Cole, what's the matter with you? Why are you targeting Tyler? Is there something he did to offend you?" Ariana confronted Cole, her voice trembling with anger. She stood protectively in front of Tyler, blocking the stylist's access to him.

"I'm just trying to make this TV play better. You're overreacting. It's just a brush cut." Frustrated that the stylist was still unable to approach Tyler, Cole's fiery temper began to reveal itself.

"You're talking too much. Tyler's hair must be shaved!" he declared, his voice rising in frustration.

In a fit of anger, he snatched the shaver and flung Ariana aside, causing her to stumble and nearly fall onto the ground.

When Tyler saw this, his expression instantly tured cold and murderous. The moment Cole approached with the shaver, Tyler twisted Cole's arm and slammed him back onto the table, his eyes blazing with anger.

Francis’ voice trembled with fear as he shouted to Tyler, "Tyler, what the hell do you think you are doing? Let go of Cole now!"

Tyler's eyes burned with a fierce intensity, his expression one of pure rage. He ignored Francis' shouts and continued to apply pressure to Cole's neck.

Cole's initial defiance faltered as he felt a sharp object pressing against his neck.

The realization that he was at Tyler's mercy turned his blood cold. Cole froze, his entire body tense with fear.

Tyler's eyes gleamed with a manic intensity, and his laughter was wild and unhinged as he leaned in closer to Cole, taunting him in a low and menacing voice, "Do you have a death wish? I'll help you with that.”

Cole's mind raced as he struggled to form a coherent response, but his fear had rendered him speechless.

Francis was in a state of complete panic, worried that the situation would escalate, so he immediately called the stage supervisor to intervene. Francis shouted, "Tyler, stop it right now!"

Meanwhile, Cole let out a high-pitched scream as he tried to wriggle free from Tyler's grip.

"Tyler is out of his mind! He's holding a knife and wants to kill me!"