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.

suddenly rang when he almost fell

caller was Sylvia

answer enthusiastically, "Hello, Miss Andrews. This is

earlier?" Sylvia was amused by his

racing. The excitement that he would return to be a director again surged in

he had been desperate. However, he had a ray

Sylvia called him back.

She wasn't a liar!

morning." Sylvia

felt dizzy, wondering

for real. Although he didn't like the crew, he believed he could teach them well. After all, he had no right

had no longer been the proud director

had tortured him, but he

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

He almost went nuts.

was a man in his thirties. Pushing Eden toward the bathroom, he

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

to let you film

into the bathroom and closed

in the mirror

pulled up to a house in the lab's

ask

go in." His agent dragged

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

let

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

arrived, he thought he had gone

weird. Why did she ask me to meet her

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

the

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