“The director knows I’m an investor, right? I have no intention of staging some failed old script.”
“I didn’t just bring any script.”
Perhaps sensing I was displeased, Lucion leaned forward slightly.
“This is actually a work by Berlini.”
At that, Cecilia—sitting next to me—gasped.
Judging by her reaction, Berlini must be a very famous playwright.
“But didn’t Berlini pass away two years ago?”
Cecilia, who had been wary of Lucion earlier, couldn’t hold back her curiosity and slipped into the conversation.
“I bought this script before he died.”
Lucion explained that Berlini, who lived lavishly, hit financial trouble and sold all his lesser-known works at once. Lucion purchased them before anyone else could.
“It would be troublesome if another troupe used it and became successful.”
In other words—he bought everything just to stop others from doing well.
“It still flopped, didn’t it?”
“There was a reason it failed at…
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