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.

however, suddenly rang when he almost fell

was Sylvia

to answer enthusiastically, "Hello, Miss

me earlier?" Sylvia was amused by his tense tone. “You called me twice.

Andrews." Brock looked excited, his heart racing. The excitement that he would return to be a director again

during the day, he had been desperate. However, he

Sylvia called him back.

She wasn't a liar!

see me tomorrow morning." Sylvia

Brock still felt

excellent playscript for real. Although he didn't like the crew, he believed he could teach them well. After all, he had no right

no longer been the proud director as before. Instead, he was slightly

the past few years had tortured him, but he still wanted to be a

up by his agent. Rubbing his messy hair, he looked at his agent sleepily. "What's your problem? It's so

He almost went nuts.

a man in his thirties. Pushing Eden toward the

you film a movie, but your brother wants to introduce you to a director. Do you want this opportunity?” Eden looked at him in a daze. "What did

brother wanted to let you film a movie. Hurry

the bathroom and closed the

the mirror

minivan slowly pulled up to a house in the

my brother ask me to

agent dragged

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

let

put on his most decent black shirt

he arrived, he thought he had

weird. Why did she ask

the young man hopping down

be the leading role.

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