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

was

swiped to answer enthusiastically, "Hello, Miss Andrews. This is

did you call me earlier?" Sylvia was amused by his tense tone. “You called me twice. Did

excitement that he would return to be a director again

had been desperate. However, he had a ray of

Sylvia called him back.

She wasn't a liar!

morning." Sylvia sent the lab's address

felt dizzy,

excellent playscript for real. Although he didn't like the crew, he believed he could teach them well. After all, he had no right to be picky with actors

had no longer been the proud director as before.

tortured him, but he still

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

He almost went nuts.

toward the bathroom, he prompted,

a director. Do you want this opportunity?” Eden looked at him in

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

into the bathroom and closed the

in the

up to a house in the

my brother ask me

His agent dragged him toward the

disagreed with letting Eden film a movie as he didn't think Eden was good at acting. If Eden acted, his reputation might be tarnished, which could

let him continue

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

arrived, he thought he had gone to the wrong

she ask

saw the young man hopping down a

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

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