Brock was confused as he hadn't drunk the liquor.

Right then, his son returned home from school. Seeing him holding a bottle of liquor, the boy snapped stubbornly, "Drink again. I'll run away from home."

Brock glared at him. "Did you empty my liquor?"

"Humph! I'll empty your bottles if you dare to drink it again.” The boy put down his schoolbag and started to work on his homework.

He had recently become aggressive toward his father, especially for the drinking matter.

Brock couldn't do anything but put down the bottle. His son restrained him strictly nowadays.

Noticing his reaction, the boy curled his lips into a smile while writing his homework.

The method that the pretty lady taught him last time worked well. Recently, his father had been studying a playscript, and the boy was delighted.

He would never want to live with a drunkard anymore, although Brock was his father.

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Feeling exhausted, she got off the bed to wash her face.

The night breeze blew into the room. The air was filled with peace and silence.

Sylvia turned on her phone and saw two incoming calls from an unknown number.

Frowning, she gazed at the number for a while but couldn't figure out who the caller was.

However, she dialed the number to call back.

"Hello?"

Brock was sleepy, with no TV set or computer in his shabby apartment. When he felt bored, he wanted to sleep.

suddenly rang

was

enthusiastically, "Hello, Miss Andrews.

amused by his tense tone. “You called me twice. Did you make up your

excited, his heart racing. The excitement that

he had been desperate. However, he had a ray of hope

Sylvia called him back.

She wasn't a liar!

right. Come to see me tomorrow morning."

conversation ended, Brock still felt dizzy, wondering

didn't like the crew, he believed he could teach them well. After all, he

longer been the proud director as before. Instead, he was slightly

few years had tortured him, but he still wanted to be a director in his

morning, Eden was woken up by his agent. Rubbing his messy hair, he looked at his agent sleepily. "What's your problem? It's so early now. I didn't finish recording the

He almost went nuts.

man in his thirties. Pushing Eden toward the bathroom, he prompted, "Hurry! Your brother

a movie, but your brother wants to introduce you to a

wanted to let you film

him into the

the mirror

hour later, a minivan slowly pulled up to a house in the lab's yard. Eden yawned and got off

did my brother ask

in." His agent dragged

movie as he didn't think Eden was good at acting.

would rather let him continue

most decent

arrived, he thought he had gone

weird. Why did she ask me to meet her

entering the yard, Brock saw the young man hopping down a minivan, and

mentioned letting Eden be the leading role. Much to Brock's surprise,

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