Being a distant relative of Effie, the director was privy to her true identity. He admired her determination to develop her career in the entertainment industry without relying on her family's influence.

“I'm just an actress," Effie replied with a gracious smile.

The director nodded and the two deliberated on the script over their meal, departing together post-dinner.

In the corridor, Winston eagerly anticipated their encounter.

Having attired himself for the occasion in a resplendent white suit and a fresh hairstyle, he fancied himself a captivating prince, confident that no woman could resist his charm.

Little did he anticipate the emergence of a familiar figure from the private room.

Despite Effie donning a hat, Winston easily identified her.

The man accompanying her happened to be the new play's director.

How could they possibly be in each other's company?

Where was the elusive Harris family's daughter?

Winston furrowed his brow, completely unaware that Effie was the person he had been anticipating.

Observing Effie and the director exiting the room together, Winston surmised that something was awry between them, a sentiment that left him feeling repulsed.

Nurturing the belief that he was on the brink of discovering the most significant person in his life, Winston had no intention of avoiding Effie. Advancing toward her, he quipped, “I never expected you to be so adaptable to the hidden rules of the industry."

However, Effie didn't cast a glance at Winston and proceeded to depart.

Being disregarded left Winston with an uncomfortable sensation.

Observing the document in her hand, he deduced it to be a contract for the new play.

Winston, in his anger, believed Effie had exchanged her body for the contract.

Despite spending several months with Effie, they had not yet shared an intimate moment. Effie, unexpectedly reserved, insisted on waiting until marriage. Winston regarded her as a virtuous woman.

He had not for one moment anticipated that Effie had been feigning all along, capable of tolerating the company of a man over fifty and daring to deceive him!

“Effie, you should feel ashamed!"

Winston seized the document from her grasp.

The director, noticing Winston's interference, inquired, "Winston, what is the meaning of this?"

"Director, you're a man of mature years. Why stoop to such behavior?"

Winston believed he was on the cusp of entering high society, with no need to be daunted by the director's authority.