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

was Sylvia

to answer enthusiastically, "Hello, Miss Andrews. This

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

racing. The excitement that he would return to be

he had been desperate. However, he had a

Sylvia called him back.

She wasn't a liar!

see me tomorrow morning." Sylvia sent the lab's

felt dizzy, wondering

didn't like the crew, he believed he could teach them

proud director as before. Instead, he

years had tortured him, but he

the early morning, Eden was woken up by his agent. Rubbing his messy hair, he looked at his agent sleepily. "What's your problem?

He almost went nuts.

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

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

let you film a movie. Hurry

agent pushed him into the bathroom and

the mirror before taking a

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

brother ask me

in." His agent dragged

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

rather let him continue

on his most decent black shirt and jeans before going to the

thought he had gone to

Why did she ask me to

yard, Brock saw the young man hopping

he recalled that Sylvia mentioned letting Eden be the

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