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…”

teasing and praises of the young girls, and a smile

majority

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

to it, she found that it was vigorously scrawled with the following words:

more certain it was from Evander

she felt something warm seep into her heart, taking away

visited Floretta in the hospital but

Olivine came to pick her up. Although the little girl spent a long time

got into the car and returned

soon as Francesca opened the door to welcome them, Floretta noticed a tiny mound of gifts

on getting discharged from the hospital,

and said with a warm smile, “These are the toys I bought for you, and

toys, and instead of showing any interest, she

no longer a three-year-old child, Ms. Sherrock. I’ve long

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

Evander admonished in a

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

when she heard that from where she stood at

turned red in anger. She forced out a stiff smile and

brat, when I marry into the

Ding dong!

rang. Francesca hurriedly ran over to

Floretta’s home?” A pleasant female voice

visitor and broke into a joyful smile as she ran

here, Ms. Nancy?

you so smart,

nose before taking out a thermal food jar from behind her. “Your Angel got up early this morning to make you a nutritious meal and

kitchen with the food

feet. Her expression gradually became serious as she stared at

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

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

come to pick up Floretta,” Nancy said truthfully as she stretched out her hand and fanned the hot

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