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

caller was Sylvia

answer enthusiastically,

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

heart racing. The excitement that he would return to be a director again surged in

desperate. However, he had a ray

Sylvia called him back.

She wasn't a liar!

me tomorrow morning." Sylvia sent the

the conversation ended, Brock still felt dizzy, wondering if he

the crew, he believed he could teach them well. After all, he had no

proud director as before. Instead, he was

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

his messy hair, he looked at his agent sleepily. "What's your problem? It's so early now. I didn't finish

He almost went nuts.

his thirties. Pushing Eden toward the bathroom, he prompted, "Hurry! Your brother called you about

a movie, but your brother wants to introduce you to a director. Do you want this opportunity?” Eden looked at

brother wanted to let you film a movie.

into the bathroom

at himself in the mirror

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

did my brother ask me

His agent dragged

disagreed with letting Eden film a movie as he didn't think Eden was good at acting. If Eden acted,

would rather let

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

he had gone to the

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

young man

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

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