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.

phone, however, suddenly rang when he almost fell

was Sylvia

enthusiastically, "Hello, Miss Andrews. This is

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

heart racing. The excitement that he would return to

he had been desperate. However, he had a

Sylvia called him back.

She wasn't a liar!

tomorrow morning." Sylvia sent the lab's address to

the conversation ended, Brock still felt dizzy, wondering

would film a good movie upon an excellent playscript for real. Although he didn't like the crew, he believed he could teach them well. After all, he had no right

proud director

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

his agent sleepily. "What's your problem? It's so early now. I

He almost went nuts.

toward the bathroom, he

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

the bathroom and closed the

blinked at himself in the mirror before taking

later, a minivan slowly pulled up to a house

did my brother ask me to

agent dragged him toward the

think Eden was good at acting. If Eden acted, his reputation might be tarnished, which

rather let

on his most decent black shirt and jeans before

thought he had gone

is so weird. Why did she ask

Brock saw the young man hopping down a

that Sylvia mentioned letting Eden be the

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