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

caller was

sobered and swiped to answer enthusiastically, "Hello, Miss

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

excitement that he would return to

desperate. However, he had a

Sylvia called him back.

She wasn't a liar!

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

Brock still felt dizzy, wondering if he was

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

director as before. Instead, he was

in the past few years had tortured him, but he still wanted to be a director in

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

He almost went nuts.

was a man in his thirties. Pushing Eden toward the bathroom, he prompted, "Hurry! Your brother called you

you to a director. Do you want this

wanted to let you film a

him into the bathroom and

at himself in the mirror before taking

house in the lab's yard. Eden yawned and got

ask me to meet

His agent dragged him

Eden film a movie as he didn't think Eden was good at acting. If Eden acted, his reputation

would rather let him

the early morning, Brock put on his most decent black shirt and

arrived, he thought he had gone

did she

saw the young man hopping down a

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

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