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

earlier?" Sylvia was amused by his tense tone. “You called me twice. Did you make up your

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

been desperate. However, he had

Sylvia called him back.

She wasn't a liar!

see me tomorrow morning."

still felt dizzy, wondering

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

no longer been the proud director

tortured him, but he still wanted to

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

He almost went nuts.

thirties. Pushing Eden toward the

you to a director. Do you want this opportunity?” Eden looked at him in a daze. "What did

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

him into the bathroom

blinked at himself in the mirror

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

my brother ask me to meet

agent dragged him toward

acting. If Eden

rather let him

early morning, Brock put on his most decent black shirt

arrived, he thought he had gone

weird. Why did she

entering the yard, Brock saw the young man

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

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