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…”

and praises of the young girls,

was no different from the majority of women who enjoyed receiving

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

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

it was from Evander

pursed her lips as she felt something warm seep into her heart,

Floretta in the hospital

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 of the familiar

she got into the car and returned to the

the door to welcome them, Floretta noticed a tiny

on getting discharged from the

a warm

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

child, Ms. Sherrock. I’ve long stopped playing

Olivine’s face. Damn it! This brat is

your manners, Floretta,” Evander admonished in a

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

when she heard that from where she stood

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

I marry into the Golding

Ding dong!

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

is this Floretta’s home?” A pleasant female voice

visitor and broke into a joyful smile as she ran

here, Ms. Nancy? Did

are 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 some pastries. Go and

up. She ran to the kitchen with the food

after the little girl had left did Nancy rose to her feet. Her expression gradually became serious as she

to Evander, “Mr. Golding, Angeline has been busy with

her. Instead, he approached Nancy, looked down at her, and asked, “She made

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 the hot air in

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