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 when he almost

caller was Sylvia

swiped to answer enthusiastically, "Hello, Miss Andrews.

Sylvia was amused by his

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

the day, he had been desperate. However, he had a ray

Sylvia called him back.

She wasn't a liar!

to see me tomorrow morning." Sylvia

ended, Brock still felt dizzy, wondering if

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

proud director as

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

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.

toward the bathroom, he prompted, "Hurry! Your brother

introduce you to a director. Do you

your brother wanted to let you film a movie. Hurry up and

into the bathroom and

the mirror before

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

did my brother ask me

in." His agent dragged him toward

good at acting. If Eden acted, his reputation might be tarnished, which could impact his career in

let him

on his most decent black shirt and

he arrived, he thought he had gone to the

is so weird. Why did she ask

saw the young man hopping

mentioned letting Eden be the leading role. Much

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