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.

rang when he

caller was Sylvia

sobered and swiped to answer enthusiastically, "Hello,

amused by his tense tone. “You

excited, his heart racing. The excitement that he would return to be a

had been desperate. However, he

Sylvia called him back.

She wasn't a liar!

see me tomorrow morning." Sylvia

felt dizzy, wondering if he was

an excellent playscript for real. Although he didn't like the crew, he believed he

the proud director as before. Instead, he was

tortured him, but he still wanted to be a director in his favorite

looked at his agent sleepily. "What's your problem? It's so early now. I didn't finish recording the variety show

He almost went nuts.

Pushing Eden toward the bathroom,

introduce you to a director. Do you want this opportunity?” Eden looked

wanted to let you

into the bathroom

himself in the mirror before

pulled up to a house in the lab's yard.

brother ask me to meet him

in." His agent

letting Eden film a movie as he didn't think Eden was good at acting. If Eden acted, his reputation might be tarnished, which could

let him continue

the early morning, Brock put on his most decent black shirt and jeans before going to

he had gone

so weird. Why did she ask me to meet her here?" he

saw the young man hopping down

the leading role. Much to Brock's surprise,

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