A Film Queen

Chapter 133 The Birthday Gift

“It’s fine; we really don’t need it.”

Jonathan, who had just been rushing around urgently, was now slumped hack onto the sofa, his voice tinged with resignation.

Seeing his sudden change of mood, Ace paused before suggesting. “Jonathan, should I ask the driver to take us back to that secret room we were just in? Maybe it’s still there.”

Jonathan’s face remained impassive as he responded, “No, let’s just head back. It’s not that valuable. I don’t even want it anymore.”

Ace was confused.

Hadn’t Jonathan just been insisting on its importance? Why this sudden shift in attitude?

Do celebrities really change their minds so quickly?

Jonathan leaned back, closing his eyes and radiating a chilly aura that seemed to ward others off. Even Stephanie, who had been playfully trying to get his attention, hesitated to come closer now.

Maybe Jonathan alone understood the truth behind what he said just now.

That item, while crucial, was ultimately inconsequential.

As the fifth in the Burnett lineage, two years junior to his brother Xavier, Jonathan had always felt somewhat overshadowed. From his earliest years, his older siblings had carved out significant paths: the eldest as a prominent CEO and the second as a celebrated designer.

Meanwhile, his third and fourth brothers were stars in their fields, too.

Yet, he remained unremarkable.

In a family orbiting around successful figures, he often felt neglected. Even in times of crisis, a call to the family doctor was about as involved as anyone got with him.

With Anthony and his sister now in the picture, he felt even more like a ghost in the grand Burnett household.

him, these were just the traf his birthright, not a source of genuine

be like in an ordinary

reality, such recognition was

into the entertainment industry, aspiring to dominate the spotlight and become

that made him a supportive figure to Stephanie, even though they did not share blood. Her calling him her brother gave him a semblance of the familial warmth

133 The

sweet voice like Stephanie, However, she would silently tend to his

a band–aid for him, the same unsightly, childish one that

him feeling sidelined once again,

was still

closed, wearing an unhappy expression. He scoffed softly, leaned towards Milly, and whispered conspiratorially, “Ms. Milly, I think he might

an eyebrow but

not ignore the nagging feeling that Jonathan’s glances carried a trace of resentment, though she could

Stephanie sitting quietly in the corner, her face etched with a

Milly and her assistant during a live broadcast, but the

place, wouldn’t it be a shame to give

Michelle beside her, her intentions were

intense scrutiny, met her

and allowed a small smile

to see how you’ll get out of

the film set, Ace completed his duties and

received instructions from Mr. Hawkins to return before evening to

scenes.

who had been sulky all

in the van with his eyes closed, a gentle voice stopped him. “Jonathan,

He paused and turned.

to have already left, was rushing towards him, battling against the wind. Her approach, with flushed checks and hair billowing, seemed like something out of a

why was he admiring

to Stephanie: he should have felt resentment