Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 1083 Love and Hate

"Where are you? I have a friend, a director, who wants to meet you," said Larry over the phone.

"Now?"

"Yes," Larry replied, then lowered his voice and whispered softly, "He watched 'Star Voyage' and really admired your skills. Since there's a new film in the making, he wants you to audition."

"Alright, send me the address, I'll come over now." Veronica nodded.

In order to help her enter the entertainment industry, Matthew even publicly announced their 'divorce,’ and she couldn't let him down.

After hanging up the phone, Veronica looked at Eleanor, her eyes shining, and said, "Eleanor, aren't you bored? Come, I'll take you out to play."

"Really?" Eleanor turned around, looking happy.

Veronica raised her hand and touched her forehead, awkwardly pointing at the bag of Limburger in her hand. "Can you throw those away? The smell is too strong."

She was going for an audition and it was a good opportunity to take Eleanor out to have some fun.

been eating the Limburger all along, and the strong smell was indeed going to her

'OK' gesture and walked over to the nearby trash can, but only throwing the empty packaging into

Matthew, and the two of them smiled

foods in Bloomstead, can't you take her to eat something else?" Veronica looked at Troy, who was standing straight. "Eating

hands. "I took her to try exotic delicacies, but she said she didn't like them. So I took her to the snack street instead, and recently, every evening, she goes there like clockwork,

again. "What can

was speechless. "Then you go with Matt and help

Kings." Troy

to Matthew. "The lunatic called me for an audition. I wonder if it will

her, tidying up a strand of hair at her

Eleanor, then drove her red Chevrolet out of the villa's spacious

sedan, worth only over a hundred thousand dollars, stood out among

for herself, and she couldn't bear to part with it,

Veronica driving a car worth over 15 thousand dollars

them. So I took her to the snack street instead, and recently, every evening, she goes there like clockwork, with skewers in her left hand and milk tea in her

straight for