Selina's gaze lingered on him.

"Kyson, would you please fetch Lyndon? I'd like a word with him to clarify this misunderstanding."

Upon hearing Selina's suggestion, Kyson considered it and saw no issue.

He held a wish that the relationship between his beloved ones would be harmonious, not strained.

“Alright, I'll go tell Lyndon," he agreed.

“Hold on," Selina interjected.

"Kyson, make sure Lyndon remains unaware that it is I who summons him. He might refuse to come if he knows. Also, once he arrives, find a reason to leave us alone. I don't want you here. It would be awkward for me if he and I don't have a pleasant talk."

Kyson paused, mulling over her request. He surmised that perhaps Selina's shyness was the reason behind her instructions, so he nodded in agreement and left to fetch Lyndon.

Selina watched him go with a smile, thinking how easily Kyson trusted her.

She quickly texted Ivy, “Come upstairs now."

Elsewhere, in the banquet hall, Rosalynn and Karina were engrossed in a discussion about an upcoming television series.

Karina added Rosalynn to a chat group teeming with directors and producers.

The group was abuzz about the director Brewster Riley, celebrated for his expertise in crafting such dramas.

Karina shared that securing his involvement had taken considerable effort.

“Rosa, we're holding auditions soon. If you're available, why not join me?" Karina invited.

Rosalynn arched an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Okay. Will the shooting be in Skrix?"

"Yes," Karina confirmed.

“Skrix is a picturesque locale, perfect for urban drama. Moreover, Skrix Art Institute's reputation precedes it.

The lead roles and the second lead are already cast. Brewster is looking to scout fresh talent for the remaining parts at the Institute."