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.

rang when he almost fell

was

enthusiastically, "Hello, Miss

by his tense tone. “You called me twice.

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

had been desperate.

Sylvia called him back.

She wasn't a liar!

morning." Sylvia sent the

felt dizzy,

crew, he believed he

the proud director as before.

past few years had tortured him, but he still

his agent

He almost went nuts.

the bathroom, he prompted, "Hurry! Your brother called you about a

brother wants to introduce you to a director. Do you want this opportunity?” Eden looked at him in a

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

into the bathroom and closed the

the mirror before

house

did my brother ask me to meet him

agent dragged him toward the

think Eden was good at acting. If Eden acted,

rather let him

early morning, Brock put on his most decent black shirt and jeans before going

he arrived, he thought he had

Why did she ask me to meet her here?" he

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

be the leading role. Much to

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