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…”

praises of the young girls,

different from the majority of women

she specifically found a vase for the flowers, and while she was misting them, she unexpectedly found a card tucked

had a pleasant flowery scent to it, she found that it was vigorously scrawled with

even more certain it was

she felt something warm seep into

visited Floretta in the

day Floretta was discharged from the hospital, both Evander and Olivine came to pick her up. Although the little

the car and

noticed

discharged from

the gifts. She picked up a doll and said with a warm smile, “These are

of showing any interest, she put on a look of disgust on her

Sherrock. I’ve

Olivine’s face. Damn it! This brat is so hard

Floretta,” Evander admonished in a low

head and looked at him innocently. “But the kindergarten teacher taught us that children should be honest. If I don’t call her Ms. Sherrock,

her breath when she heard that

face turned red in anger. She forced out a stiff smile and uttered graciously, “It’s fine. It’s merely a

I marry into the

Ding dong!

then, the doorbell rang. Francesca hurriedly ran over to open

home?” A pleasant female voice

look at the visitor and broke into a joyful smile as she ran toward

you here, Ms. Nancy? Did Angel tell you

you so smart,

little girl’s nose before taking out a thermal food jar from behind her. “Your

the kitchen with the food jar in her arms after letting out

feet. Her expression

him a nod, she said to Evander, “Mr. Golding, Angeline has been busy with filming recently, so she asked me

figure in the dining room and did not stop her. Instead, he

If I hadn’t stopped her, she would’ve come to

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