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.

all along, and the strong smell was indeed

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

looked at Matthew, and the two

something else?" Veronica looked at Troy, who was standing straight.

said she didn't like them. So I took her to the snack street instead, and recently, every evening, she goes there like clockwork, with skewers in her

again. "What can

alright." Veronica was speechless. "Then you go with Matt and help find Shirley. I'll

Kings."

around and waved to Matthew. "The lunatic called me for an audition. I wonder if

approached her, tidying up a strand of hair at her temple and tucking it behind

best." Veronica left and beckoned to Eleanor, then drove her red Chevrolet out of the villa's

thousand dollars, stood out among the luxury cars

this car was the first car Veronica bought for herself, and she couldn't

their current 'divorced' state, Veronica driving a car

like 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

and headed straight for the film and television