“Let go of me!" Cole seethed with anger, attempting to push Tyler away. His teeth were clenched, and the back of his hands displayed prominent blue veins.

Finding Cole's reaction rather stupid, Tyler grew bored and abruptly released his grip, causing Cole to collide with the wall.

“Fuck! Don't think I won't beat you," Cole fumed, his anger escalating. He hadn't expected Tyler to be stronger than him. It was shameful!

Tyler appeared slender, but his arm muscles were surprisingly robust. In addition, he towered over Cole in height. When Cole first caught sight of Tyler secretly practicing outside the rehearsal room, Tyler had been half a head shorter. What had Ariana been feeding him?

Tyler issued a warning with a snort, "We both know what your team is up to. I suggest you stop while you still can. My patience has its limits."

“What do you mean? Explain yourself clearly." Cole tried to stop him, but Tyler forcefully pushed his hands away.

“Don't touch me again." Tyler turned his face slightly, his tone icy.

Cole suddenly felt indignant.

“Who said I want to touch you?! I hate your guts."

"Good." Tyler disregarded him and left.

Watching Tyler's retreating figure, Cole clenched his fists and struck the wall, only to be met with a jolt of pain.

It was all Tyler's fault! Cole seethed with dissatisfaction, yet amidst his anger, he realized he wasn't as furious as he had anticipated.

Strangely, the way Tyler had pressed him against the wall just moments ago reminded him of a scene from a fanfiction he had read a few days ago.

His heart inexplicably raced.

Tyler exited the event venue, slipping into the designated car via the back door.

His assistant sat opposite him and handed him a black backpack. Pulling out a few foreign textbooks, Tyler began to study. He had made a vow that even while pursuing his artistic career, he would not let his education suffer.

An hour later, the car pulled up at the predetermined location in Eleymond.

Ariana was waiting for him on the first floor, seated in a wheelchair. Noticing her bandaged ankle, Tyler asked with concern, "It seems rather serious. Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?"

He was aware of her injury from the previous day, but due to his work commitments, he hadn't been able to visit her.

"I'm fine. I merely sprained my ankle while descending the stairs. Despite all the bandages, it's a minor injury. A couple of days’ rest will have me back to normal."