As the words left his lips, Dean noticed Wyneth's intent to shed her shawl. His face shifted instantly, and he reached out to stop her, his hand capturing her slender, pale wrist."What?" Wyneth asked, surprised by his action.His expression turned serious. "Don't remove it. There may be people in some of these cars.""But I'm dressed underneath.""That doesn't matter," Dean insisted. "The style of your dress—isn't it a spaghetti strap? It's too revealing."Wyneth reminded him, "Dean, wasn't it you who picked this dress for me? Besides, what era are we in now? It's just a bare shoulder."Still, Dean was stubborn. "It's not appropriate." He scanned their surroundings, then gritted his teeth in frustration. "I won't let those bastards take advantage of my sister." After saying this, he took it upon himself to tighten Wyneth's shawl a bit more. "Wear it a bit tighter. Don't give those sleazy men a chance."This intimate exchange did not escape Hayden's attention. Dexter subtly glan
Hearing this, a flicker of guilt crossed Matilda's eyes as she realized the inadvertent revelation in her previous words. "What protective charm do I have? I've merely heard that you bid a whopping $100 million tonight on a charm that's not worth a fraction of that. As your mother, don't I have the right to question?"From the fleeting look in her eyes, Hayden probably already had an inkling of the truth. "Where's her stuff?""What stuff? Whose stuff?""Mom, there's no need to play dumb with me."Matilda locked eyes with her son for a long moment before finally confessing, "Fine, I took it. So what? Your grandpa insisted on finding some venerable master to bring you a bride to dispel the ill fortune, and who did he find? A girl without any notable background. And what's worse, how long did it take for you to awaken after she married you? Three years. Three full years. She leached off the Hamilton family for all that time."Hayden countered, "She lived off us for three years? Are y
Hayden was in no rush, his lips pressed together thinly as he waited patiently for her to continue.Samantha hesitated for a moment, then began to speak slowly, "Well, the story goes like this..."During the time when Hayden was unconscious, it was Wyneth who took care of him personally. Despite her young age, she was extraordinarily meticulous. When it came to Hayden's condition, she thought of everything that everyone else overlooked. Not only that, but she also gave her personal protective charm to Hayden, saying it would keep him safe. When Benedict and Gwendolyn learned about this, they praised Wyneth, saying that Hayden was fortunate and would surely wake up soon. But Matilda was extremely displeased when she found out about the charm."What's this nonsense? If these superstitious things worked, then why hasn't my son shown any signs of waking up despite her being a part of our family for so long? All she does is play these silly games with Father and Mother, and they're too o
Wyneth found herself in a lull lately, her early scenes having been filmed, leaving her with some free time to dive into her scripts. Shaun had initially planned to use this idle time to get her a few teachers to hone her skills. After all, a starlet should have a well-rounded portfolio of talents. To his surprise, when he started probing, he discovered Wyneth was already a multifaceted gem, with hardly a skill she had not mastered. The costs of hiring tutors were thus saved, and Shaun could not help but marvel."Ordinary folks wouldn't manage to be such a jack-of-all-trades. Your parents sure were strict," he said.His words gave Wyneth pause. Ever since her parents divorced and her custody was awarded to her mother, her education had taken an uphill trajectory. She recalled a time when her days were consumed by learning—always learning. It was either this or that, leaving her numb. Only when she grew up, came of age, was she able to break free from this life.Given her recent hiat
"Right now, we're brushing shoulders with a good number of celebrities for this variety show script," Shaun was saying, his tone measured and practical. "But being a new show, it's not garnered that much heat yet. I'd wager we won't see a huge influx of participants, unless the organizers manage to snag a real big hitter."Wyneth nodded, taking in his explanation. "So, when do you think we'll get to start shooting?""In a few days, I reckon," Shaun replied. "As soon as everything is confirmed, we can get going. You've got a light filming schedule at the moment. I'll have a word with the director, and you can come along with me when it's time.""Alright."The following day, Wyneth had a visitor. Yoyo, who had been hiding in her room for a self-care facial mask session, answered the knock at the door to find a middle-aged man she did not recognize. "Who're you looking for?" she asked."Good afternoon, are you Wyneth Walford?"Yoyo shook her head. "Nope.""Ah? Have I got the wrong
Biting down on her lower lip, Yoyo found herself steeped in regret. She had earlier convinced Wyneth, on behalf of the manager, to sign for the delivery. Now, she quietly murmured, "I'm sorry..."Wyneth, snapping back from her reverie, dismissed the apology. "No matter. It wasn't your fault." She packed away the delivered item in her drawer. What she truly wanted was her own protective charm, not this impersonal, expensive charm she held no connection to.Three days later, Shaun arrived to accompany Wyneth to the variety show. As a supporting actress, she had fewer scenes than the leads. Her role was substantial in its own right, certainly larger compared to other supporting roles, yet it paled in comparison to the major characters.Shaun was a straightforward man. He openly told Matthew he was taking Wyneth to a variety show and they would be back in a few days. Matthew, a pragmatist, did not demand her presence on set when she was not shooting. "Do as you please," he would say, "j
Given her brother's temperament, if he were to see her on the show, he would likely haul her off set and directly back home without a moment's hesitation. The mere thought sent chills down her spine.But according to Shaun's present assessment, it appeared Finn would likely decline the show. As Finn's sister, Wyneth knew him all too well. Perhaps he might accept other variety shows, but this was a rural-based one. Finn had been a stickler for cleanliness since childhood, with no aspirations toward a pastoral lifestyle. He was more the type to recline in pristine surroundings, savoring champagne. So, it was certain he would not accept this show."Wow, the lengths to which young girls go to chase stars can be quite frightening," Shaun said. "I heard this show was created because of Finn, but despite numerous seasons, they haven't been able to invite him yet." Shaun suddenly chuckled. "Oh, I forgot, considering your Zen-like attitude, you probably don't know who Finn is, right?" After a
Derek was quite the looker, well-groomed and refined. When he spotted Wyneth, he stepped forward to introduce himself. "Hi, you're here for Farm Face-off too, right? I'm Derek Wright."Wyneth greeted him with a warm smile and a firm handshake. "Nice to meet you. I'm Wyneth Walford."The sight of Wyneth's beautiful smile dazzled Derek for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure, politely averted his gaze, and moved aside. As he stood waiting, his assistant leaned in to speak with him.The next to arrive was the seasoned actor, Henry. The fact that two younger people had beaten him there took him by surprise. "Ah, it seems I'm being bested by you youngsters," he said, his voice booming like a gong. Derek and Wyneth both greeted him respectfully, addressing him as Mr. Henry as a sign of his senior status. Hot on their heels were Harry and Lauren, practically arriving in tandem. They introduced themselves to Henry first, before greeting Wyneth and Derek.Five out of six guests