Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 329
He turned to Cole, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke. “Where did you find this guy to be the villain of this drama? It
seems like he’s outshining you!”
Cole was just as puzzled as Francis, his teeth grinding together in frustration.
“Maybe his agent helped him switch things up. The first time I laid eyes on him, he was a mess of long, tangled hair and grime. I
never would have thought he could change so much after cutting his hair and changing his clothes,” he muttered.
It dawned on Cole why Ariana was so insistent on signing Tyler, even after their altercation. She had a discerning eye and
impeccable taste—he had to admit that much.
Cole was seething with anger, and he regretted making Tyler take this role. Now, he needed Francis to help him take Tyler down
a peg or two.
With a sickeningly obsequious tone, he implored Francis to come up with a plan to put Tyler in his place. “You’re a seasoned
veteran in this game, Mr. Salazar. Surely you can find a way to make him see reason. He didn’t take you seriously on the first
day, and he won’t show you any respect in the future.”
Francis clicked his tongue and said, “That’s tricky.”
Francis let out a weary sigh, his eyes hidden behind a pair of sleek sunglasses. He racked his brain for a solution, his impatience
growing with every passing moment.

He couldn’t terminate the contract with Tyler now. Not only would it tarnish his reputation, but it would also result in a significant
financial loss. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and find another way forward.
“Where is the changing room?” Ariana’s piercing gaze fixed upon the two men, her eyes as cold as ice.
She didn’t understand Francis’ sudden hostility toward Tyler before this moment.
But now, Ariana quickly deduced that he and Cole were working together to make things difficult for Tyler and her.
Francis cleared his throat. “Let Tyler get into makeup first,” he grumbled.
Ariana’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “But I thought you said he didn’t need any makeup?”
Francis waved his hand dismissively, his impatience growing by the second. “Cut the crap. We’re running out of time here. Just
go ahead and get him made up already. Look at him—he’s far too fair and handsome for the role we need him to play. The
character he plays is supposed to be an arrogant, rebellious rich kid—not some choir boy.”
Ariana wasn’t about to waste her breath arguing with Francis—she knew that he was spouting nonsense just to cover up his
guilt. Instead, she took Tyler by the hand and led him back to the dressing room.
Francis had sent a young, inexperienced makeup girl named Kelley Lee to assist Tyler. It was clear that she was new to the job,
lacking the deftness and skill of a seasoned professional.
As Ariana watched the girl apply makeup to Tyler’s face, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for him.
Francis had instructed Kelley to make Tyler look as ugly and unappealing as possible, so she had no choice but to use the most
garish and vulgar shades in her makeup bag.

Kelley couldn’t help but admire Tyler’s striking good looks. He was exactly her type —clean-cut, handsome, and refreshingly
different from the usual crop of models and actors she worked with.
Despite the director’s instructions to give Tyler a rough, unappealing look, Kelley’s fondness for Tyler got the better of her. She
decided to go all out, creating a full makeup look that brought out Tyler’s best features.
She added a touch of eyeliner to make his eyes pop, giving him an air of controlled ferocity that was perfect for the role of the
rebellious rich kid.