"Wesley, despite your background as a singer, you show tremendous potential in acting. I believe if you keep at it, your future is boundless!"
Wesley gave a modest smile. "Thank you, Director Brand."
"But what surprised me the most is Leah!"
Brand's eyes sparkled. "When Wood insisted on casting a newcomer, I hesitated, thinking it would be difficult to find my ideal leading lady. But you, Leah, exceeded my expectations!"
He turned to Leah.
"Leah, besides you, no one else could play the female lead in this film."
This praise from Brand was immense, enough to make any newcomer ecstatic.
But Leah's mind was more focused on her paycheck.
With the shoot wrapped, according to her contract, she could finally collect her full payment!
Leah smiled faintly, offering polite words of gratitude.
"Thank you for your praise, Director."
The atmosphere in the private room was lively, everyone basking in the joy o
"What are you doing?" Wesley jumped, his hand recoiling as if shocked. He turned to see Colin standing at the doorway, his tall figure elegant and his face cold. "I-I... just checking on her... um..." Wesley stuttered, feeling awkward. But then he regained his composure. Why should he feel guilty? He wasn't doing anything wrong, just adjusting her hair! Why did this situation make him feel like some kind of sleazy pervert? Colin gave him a deep glance, then walked in, removing Leah's jacket and handing it to Wesley. Wesley took the jacket, feeling uneasy. "Leah?" Colin leaned down, softly calling her name. When she didn't stir, Colin took off his own jacket and placed it over her. Then he gently lifted her from the chair, carrying her princess-style in his arms. As he walked past Wesley towards the door, Wesley's voice stopped him. "Hold on." Colin paused slightly, then turned around slowly.
Initially, Colin felt a bit drowsy, but as she lay beside him, her unique scent wafted over intermittently, lingering around his nostrils, dispelling his drowsiness like a feather gently tickling his heart. Colin shifted slightly, turning on his side to face Leah. Though the room was dark with the lamp off, the moonlight seeped through the curtains, casting a faint halo inside. Leah was lying on her side with her back to him, breathing evenly as if asleep. With the faint light, Colin could see her loose white shirt hanging off her shoulders, revealing a glimpse of smooth skin. As if compelled by some unseen force, Colin leaned closer to her neck, drawn in by her scent, which seemed even more intoxicating up close. His breath grew heavier as he felt it caress her skin. Suddenly, he felt Leah move slightly. Was she not asleep? Colin's gaze lowered, noticing Leah's legs intertwined, trembling slightly with his breath. Neither of them moved from t
Colin's expression started to become awkward, but before he could reply, Leah suddenly interjected, "Hmm...no, wait. The books say men's first times are usually quick. But... why were you so enduring?" Colin: "What books are you reading that talk about this?" Leah:... "Answer my question first..." "The books aren't always accurate." Colin glanced at her, then suddenly remarked, "The books also say that at first, women are usually more passive in bed." Leah: "Ha! Are you implying I was too... proactive yesterday?!" Colin: "..." Leah: "Okay, maybe I was." ... After Leah and Colin finished their meal, they packed up and decided to go check on Diana. They hadn't had time to see her since they'd been on set for so long. Leah, curious about Diana's current state, bought some things and held Colin's hand as they got into the car and headed straight for John's place. After they got out of the car
Charlotte responded, "Hmm, I'll do my best." "Of course, this opportunity to go abroad is rare. Don't just think about work pressure, it's a good chance to relax with Albert," Mr. Sanders added. At his words, Charlotte's expression shifted slightly. "Albert is going too?" "He happens to have some work matters over there, a kind of business trip. Besides, with such a great opportunity, you two going together can also nurture your relationship," Mr. Sanders explained. Charlotte nodded. "Alright, I'll go with Albert." "That's good to hear," Mr. Sanders said cheerfully before ending the call. As the line went dead, Charlotte gently set down her phone, her fingers tightly clenched, sharp nails digging into her palm. Not long ago, she was the daughter of the Patel family, the foremost socialite in Cloud City, with a constant stream of suitors trailing behind her. But now, she had to lower her dignity for a man she didn't even
"Apprentice?" Joe looked at Diana and chuckled. "You, young lady, I was just thinking about whether to take you on as my apprentice, but Mr. Lin beat me to it." Mr. Lin, with his venerable demeanor, chuckled. "I never expected to receive such an excellent apprentice at my age. It's my honor." The two stood there, exchanging polite conversation. When Tom came over to help Joe with the luggage, she nodded briefly at Mr. Lin before heading off with them. As soon as Joe turned away, Diana felt a tug on her arm. Mr. Lin approached, his face unable to contain his excitement. "Diana, you seem quite familiar with Joe?" "Yeah, we're acquainted. What's up?" "Nothing..." Mr. Lin squinted, gazing at Joe ahead, and sighed, "I've always heard that Joe ages gracefully, over fifty but still youthful. It's truly remarkable!" Mr. Lin's tone was filled with admiration. "Those legs, that figure, and even in
Finally, Jacob remembered something and looked at John, saying slowly, "This time's auction... we found out that members of the Nelson family are participating." "Yosef?" "Not exactly." Jacob pushed his glasses up, "Although the Nelson family is involved in many black market industries, in recent years, Yosef has slowly been withdrawing from these areas. This auction seems to be the work of other members of the Nelson family." With that, Jacob took out a document from his hand. "And recently, investigations show that the Nelson family hasn't been very obedient lately. Some branches have started to expand their own black market industries, engaging in trades that Yosef had previously forbidden." Jacob paused for a moment before continuing. "I suspect Yosef's health may not be too good." John held the cigarette in his hand and said slowly. "Where is Yosef now?" "He's also in France, he arrived a day before us."
Patrick: "Doctor Zhang, could you have misdiagnosed? How is it possible... Mr. Nelson has been coughing more lately, but it couldn't possibly..." "Patrick." Yosef's voice interrupted him. "Leave." Patrick lowered his head, clenched his fists, and left. Doctor Zhang's expression grew more solemn. "Your organ failure is accelerating. I suggest you drop your work and focus on resting." Yosef leaned back in the chair, a wry smile playing on his handsome, albeit cynical, face. "It seems the rumors aren't just rumors." "What rumors?" "Nothing," Yosef waved his hand dismissively. "It's late, you should go home." Doctor Zhang nodded and left with the medical kit. Alone in the spacious room, Yosef placed a hand over his slightly tight chest, his eyes flashing with a mixture of emotions. A year... shorter than he had imagined. Lost in thought, he suddenly noticed a small head peeking in from the do
"One dead, one incapacitated," Godber replied calmly. "But, Mr. Nelson, rumors of your demise have spread far and wide. The Nelsons already had shaky reputations, and your past methods were deemed excessively brutal. If anything were to happen to you, it would likely cause quite a stir." "Well, that's why I need you to be more brutal this time." Yosef extinguished his cigarette in the nearby ashtray. "Tit for tat is the best warning for these jackals and vultures." "Mr. Nelson, we've investigated those inciting rumors, but found no leads. The masterminds behind them are well-hidden." Yosef reclined on the sofa, his eyes flashing subtly. "It's probably related to Carl." Godber's eyes widened in surprise. "You knew?" "A hunch." Yosef's expression remained placid. As the head of the Nelson family, he relied not solely on evidence, but also on keen intuition. Godber narrowed his eyes. "So, what do you suggest?" Yose