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

caller was

swiped to answer enthusiastically, "Hello, Miss Andrews. This

Davila, did you call me earlier?" Sylvia was amused by his tense tone. “You

that he would return to be a director

he had been desperate. However, he had a ray of hope

Sylvia called him back.

She wasn't a liar!

right. Come to see me tomorrow morning." Sylvia sent

Brock still felt

the crew, he believed he could teach them

longer been the proud director as before. Instead, he was

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

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

He almost went nuts.

thirties. Pushing Eden toward the bathroom, he prompted, "Hurry!

introduce you to a director. Do you want this

let you film a movie.

him into the bathroom and closed

in the mirror

minivan slowly pulled up to a house in the lab's yard. Eden yawned and got off

my brother ask

go in." His agent dragged him toward

didn't think Eden was good at acting. If Eden acted, his reputation might be tarnished, which

let him

decent black shirt and jeans before

he

Why did she

yard, Brock saw the young man hopping down a minivan,

letting Eden be the leading role. Much to Brock's surprise,

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