After She She Stopped Loving Him

Zack had already glimpsed the ruthless calculation behind her sweet facade from that recording. He didn’t dare refuse and signed the contract.

Instantly, a smile spread across Yolanda’s face. “I’ll be counting on you to look out for Ian from now on,” she said smoothly.

This TV series was a huge project this year. While it was partly designed to push some stars, tens of millions had been sunk into the production.

At this point, the die was cast. No matter how uncomfortable Zack felt, with his weakness exposed, he wasn’t about to rock the boat.

Yolanda and Ian got into her car–a $600,000 Porsche, a wedding gift from Samuel two years

ago.

“Where do you live?” asked Yolanda.

Ian replied, “Willow Lane.”

Yolanda frowned. Willow Lane had no nice parts–just run–down houses, once called a slum. It was close to downtown, but the area was a mess.

Yolanda fell silent. She realized she didn’t know much about her studio’s only talent—or much about Megan’s marriage.

After what felt like forever, she said, “I’ll drive you home. You start filming in three days. I’ll help you get settled at first–find you roles, line up ads. Once your career takes off, Megan will

take over.”

Ian nodded. “Okay.”

The car pulled into Willow Lane and stopped where he lived. She looked at the alley–gloomy even in daylight–and felt a weird, uneasy twist in her gut.

Ian pulled on a mask and a hat and then got out

Yolanda followed him out. “I’m coming with you,” she said tersely,

Ian stood still, his back ramrod straight.

“I need to know you better. You’re my only client right now–I’m pouring all my time into you. If we sign more people later, we’ll probably barely see each other.” She

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tugged his mask a little

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followed behind. Unlike downtown’s busy bustle, the streets here were potholed, with trash heaped in

the area was clean. The lock was old. He pulled out

bag–covered in dents, like he used it a lot

only cup

he

the living room, eyeing his tall, good–looking frame, and let out a

mask, the entire room came to life. In this rundown space, he stood out like a vibrant bloom–sharp, proud,

front of Yolanda, who was perched on the narrow couch.

fighting a small smile. “No girlfriend right

his head.

If you do get one, tell me first. Your face will draw fans easy, but more fans mean more

sip. She was here with a purpose. “You

in the hospital.

You must’ve made some good money–so why haven’t you moved

his eyelashes flickering. For once, his obedience had a hint of stubborn

about your

to be noisy, but as his agent, she had to ask–better to prep him now than let the gossip sites tear him

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glanced past her at the punching

records? Any skeletons I should know about?” she