On the set of The Journey, Angeline turned all the dissatisfaction she had witnessed in the hospital into her motivation for filming.

She fought with a sharp sword in her hand while suspended in midair by wires under the direction of the stunt coordinator in the blazing sun.

Because of the troublesome multiple-layered traditional clothes she was wearing, she was covered in sweat after a while. The makeup artist had to follow her to constantly touch up her makeup.

However, Angeline never voiced a single complaint, which led Derek to look at her with admiration and approval.

“That’s enough. Let’s take a break.” In the end, the director had to call for them to stop. “We’re about to wrap up filming, so there’s no need to go all out.”

“Thank you, Mr. McKenna.” Angeline panted. It was only until she saw the props being put away at the set that she was willing to take off the heavy armor on her body to get some air.

“Excuse me, is Ms. Angeline Sorelle here?”

Just then, she noticed a courier standing at the entrance of the film set.

“That would be me.” Angeline frowned. “Can I help you?”

The courier took out a bouquet of brightly colored roses from the back seat of his motorcycle and handed it to her.

“Mr. Golding told me to deliver it to you.”

After saying that, the courier rode away on his motorcycle.

Angeline could only swallow the query she was going to utter. Then, as if something had suddenly dawned on her, bewilderment could be seen in her eyes.

Mr. Golding… Evander? Isn’t he being all lovey-dovey with his fiancée? Why would he send me flowers?

She had no choice but to carry the bouquet of roses to the lounge first. As she was heading there, many of the actresses from the film noticed it and exclaimed in awe.

“Wow! Who sent you these flowers, Angie? They’re so pretty!”

“I’m so envious, but it’s perfectly normal for someone like you to receive flowers, Angie.”

“I’ll try my best to be like you…”

of the young girls, and a smile

from the majority of women

the lounge, she specifically found a vase for the flowers, and while she

scent to it, she found

it was

felt something warm seep into her heart, taking away the

Angeline never visited Floretta in

the hospital, both Evander and Olivine came to pick her up. Although the little girl spent a long time scanning the entrance, there was no sign

she got into the car and returned to the Golding

to welcome them, Floretta noticed a tiny mound of gifts

on getting discharged from

said with a warm

showing any interest,

a three-year-old child, Ms. Sherrock. I’ve long stopped playing

written all over Olivine’s face. Damn it! This brat is so

in a low voice, his expression

us that children should be

under her breath when she heard that from where she stood at the

a stiff smile and uttered graciously,

I marry into

Ding dong!

rang. Francesca hurriedly

this Floretta’s home?”

and broke into a joyful smile as she ran toward the woman with her arms wide

Nancy? Did Angel

are you so smart,

before taking out a thermal food jar from behind her. “Your Angel got up

eyes lit up. She ran to the kitchen with the food jar in her arms after letting out

to her feet. Her expression gradually became

Evander, “Mr. Golding, Angeline has been busy with filming recently, so

the dining room and did not stop her. Instead, he approached Nancy,

days that she doesn’t even have time to rest. If I hadn’t stopped her, she would’ve come

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