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, and a smile

no different from the majority of women who enjoyed receiving

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

card, which still had a pleasant flowery scent to it, she found that it was vigorously scrawled with the

more certain it was from Evander after

as she felt something warm seep into her

days, Angeline never visited Floretta in the hospital but chatted with her

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

the car and returned to the Golding

them, Floretta noticed a tiny mound of

discharged from

and said with a warm smile, “These are the toys I bought for you, and there are many more. See if there’s anything

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

Ms. Sherrock. I’ve long stopped playing with these

was written all over Olivine’s face. Damn it!

your manners, Floretta,” Evander admonished in

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

under her breath when she heard that from

anger. She forced out a stiff smile and uttered graciously, “It’s

I marry into the

Ding dong!

doorbell rang. Francesca hurriedly ran over to open the

me, is this Floretta’s home?” A

the visitor and broke into a joyful smile as she ran toward the woman with

you here, Ms. Nancy? Did Angel tell you

you so smart,

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

with the food jar in her arms after

feet. Her

has been busy with filming

figure in the dining room and did not stop her. Instead, he approached Nancy, looked down at her, and asked, “She

been so busy filming these days that she doesn’t even have time to rest. If I hadn’t stopped her, she would’ve come to pick up Floretta,” Nancy said truthfully as she stretched out her hand and fanned

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