The General's Daughter: The Mission

Chapter 271: The Role and the Actor

"Director Brookes." Sean Conley spoke each word with measured deliberation, his gaze unwavering. "What is it that you really want?"

A brief silence stretched between them.

Lionel Brookes let out a quiet sigh. He had expected resistance, but facing Sean in person was far more difficult than he had imagined.

"Sean," he began, his tone carrying a respect that few people ever heard from the veteran director, "days ago, I acquired the film rights to Themis’s bestselling novel, The Rise of the Empire."

Sean’s expression remained unchanged, but a faint crease appeared between his brows.

He had not expected the veteran director to approach him. Now he understood why Lionel had traveled all this way.

The old fox wasn’t here for nostalgia.

He had come hunting.

Lionel leaned forward slightly.

"The project is already moving into pre-production. Investors are onboard. The script has gone through three revisions. We’ve searched across the entire industry for the right supporting lead."

His voice grew firmer.

"When I first saw the script, there is only one person in my mind." Lionel said,

Sean remained silent.

Lionel held his gaze.

"I need someone to play Jethru."

The name hung heavily in the air.

Jethru.

The legendary master to both the first emperor and empress of Azuverda. The one who rose from nothing.

A man who chose to live a reclusive life but did not hold back when young Lara barged into his life..

A character that would definitely be adored by millions of viewers.

A role every actor in the country would kill for.

Yet Sean’s response came without the slightest hesitation.

"I am already retired from the movie industry."

His voice was calm, almost indifferent.

"You should look for someone else."

Lionel had expected that answer. He had rehearsed countless arguments during the trip here.

Yet hearing the rejection still felt like a punch to the chest.

"Sean, listen to me—"

"No." The refusal came immediately.

Lionel’s lips tightened.

"At least let me explain why you’re the only person I have in mind."

Sean leaned back against his chair.

His expression said he was tolerating the conversation solely out of respect for their shared history.

Nothing more.

Lionel seized the opportunity.

"Do you know how many actors wanted to be in this role?"

Sean said nothing.

"More than a hundred."

Lionel’s eyes sharpened. He was exaggerating. He was not able to conduct an audition yet.

"Some were award winners. Some were box-office kings. Some were younger, stronger, and far more active than you are today."

"Then why not give the role to one of them?" Sean cut in, his voice carrying a trace of impatience.

A bitter smile tugged at Lionel’s lips.

"Because talent alone isn’t enough."

Sean’s eyes narrowed.

Lionel picked up the manuscript and gently tapped its cover.

"On the surface, story portrays Jethru as an invincible master—a man who crushed every obstacle in his path and stood above all others. A man who shaped the two most powerful people in the Azuverdan monarchy."

He paused.

"But that’s only what the author wanted the readers to see."

His gaze settled on Sean.

"The real Jethru wasn’t defined by his victories. He was defined by everything he endured to achieve them."

Lionel’s voice grew quieter.

"Yes, he was bruised. Betrayed. Broken more times than anyone knew." He slowly leaned forward. "Yet every time fate knocked him down, he rose again and climbed even higher."

The room fell silent.

Lionel’s expression hardened.

"Many actors could portray Jethru’s power better than you.."

His eyes locked onto Sean’s.

"But none of them could portray the scars beneath that power."

He pointed at Sean.

"Because that kind of resilience can’t be learned from a script."

A long pause followed.

"It has to be lived."

Lionel tapped the manuscript resting on the table.

"But they all missed the point. He wasn’t invincible. He was broken."

Lionel’s voice softened.

"He lost people. He was betrayed. He carried regrets that haunted him until the day he died."

His gaze locked onto Sean.

"What made him extraordinary wasn’t his strength."

A pause.

"It was the weight in his eyes."

The room fell silent. For the first time, Sean’s expression shifted ever so slightly.

Lionel noticed it immediately and pressed forward.

"No actor could truly be Jethru "

His voice lowered.

Then Lionel delivered the blow he had been saving.

"Because none of them have lived his life, but you did."

Sean’s eyes turned cold.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop.

Yet Lionel didn’t retreat.

"Fifteen years ago, when I cast you in your first film, you were just a hungry kid trying to survive."

He smiled faintly.

"Today, when I look at you, I don’t see Sean Conley."

Lionel pointed toward the manuscript.

"I see Jethru."

Sean’s jaw tightened. For a long moment, neither man spoke.

Then Sean let out a short, humorless laugh.

"You traveled all this way just to flatter a useless man like me?"

"No."

Lionel met his gaze without blinking.

"I came because if you refuse..."

He paused.

"...I’m prepared to shelve a hundred-million-dollar production."

This time, Sean’s eyes finally showed genuine surprise.

Lionel slowly slid the thick manuscript across the table.

"I’d rather lose the money than watch someone else destroy that character."

Sean stared at the manuscript. Neither man reached for it.

The silence that followed felt heavier than any argument.

Then Lionel spoke one final sentence.

"The author made one condition before signing the contract."

Sean looked up.

Lionel’s expression turned unusually serious.

"If you’re not the one playing Jethru..."

He paused.

"...Themis wants the entire deal canceled."

After Lionel’s lengthy speech, Sean’s expression remained unchanged.

Not a flicker of interest. Not a trace of hesitation.

The story Lionel described so passionately had nothing to do with him.

Jethru’s struggles.

Jethru’s rise.

Jethru’s victories.

They belonged to a fictional master, not to Sean Conley.

Sean lifted his gaze and met Lionel’s expectant eyes.

"As I said earlier, I’m already retired."

His voice was calm, yet final.

"Whatever similarities you think exist between me and this character are nothing more than your imagination."

He leaned back in his chair.

"Your words mean nothing to me."

The room fell silent.

Lionel’s heart sank.

He had spent hours of preparing his arguments, convinced that if anyone could understand Jethru, it would be Sean.

Yet every word he had spoken seemed to have struck a wall of stone.

Sean glanced toward the door.

The gesture was subtle, but the meaning was unmistakable.

The conversation was over.