When she was about to grab a taxi, a Bentley came out of the garage. The windows lowered. Franklin smiled. "A good husband must be a good driver too. Get in the car."

Sylvia was speechless. She wanted to say that she didn't care if he was a good driver because they'd gotten divorced.

Sylvia, who had always been sharp-tongued, said nothing this time. She was going to meet someone.

Arriving at the destination, Franklin looked around and frowned. "What are you doing here?"

It was a shabby neighborhood. Some buildings seemed to be falling apart.

The air was smelly.

It was a disgusting place to stay in.

"To find someone." Sylvia got out of the car and said curtly, “Thank you, go back."

In a broken room, a man in his thirties was drinking.

With a messy beard, he looked depressed.

Beside him squatted an eight-year-old boy. Seeing that the man was drinking unhappily, the boy couldn't help crying. He shouted, "Dad, stop drinking."

He knew his dad had been in very bad health lately. But they had no money to go to the hospital.

The man spent all the money he earned on alcohol.

He didn't care about his health at all.

“Leave me alone.” The man shook the little boy away.

The boy was so young that he fell on the ground.

Suddenly, a woman's cold voice sounded at the door, "Brock Davila." Brock slowly opened his drunken eyes, looked at the beautiful woman at the door, and said gloomily, "Who are you?"

“I'm your savior."

minutes later, Brock washed his face, tidied his clothes, and went

He looked nice.

obediently beside him, staring at Sylvia

filming for a long time." Brock still remembered how cruel Sylvia

had a well in

water tank

he felt when Sylvia pressed him directly

asked him, "Sober

almost choked. Of course, he

cleaned himself and sat there, listening carefully to this strange

she want him, a loser director, to film

naive

without even thinking

Keep the script, read it, think about it, and then contact me." Sylvia put the script in front of Brock, "Mr. Davila, you have to get up from wherever you fall. Do you want to end up with such a bad name? Your son is so cute. Do

top student in the directing department of the drama school.

think that he would

his good friend, stole the script from his computer and made it into a movie before him. His film was also being filmed at that

filming was forced to stop because Roland's film was released before he

Roland accused

film cost a lot.

him directly, and what made him even angrier was that after the divorce, his wife

stolen

pay off debts. But there was still

he drank every

banned from the industry. The once

him and invite

was that this

website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest

dry, "Aren't you afraid that I will steal your

the copyright of this script, even if you want to sell it, no one would buy.” Sylvia

eyes. "I have the best production team, and

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