"I’m used to it," Wendy said.“I need to get used to it, too.” As Luke's assistant, I can't wear my emotions on my sleeve. In the workplace, everyone wears a mask. Even if you're cursing someone in your head with the vilest words, you have to keep a polite smile on your face.That's the basic requirement for being an assistant.I couldn't pass up this perfect opportunity to practice. After breakfast with Wendy, I bought some health supplements and rushed to the hospital.In the hospital parking lot, I unbuckled my seatbelt and turned to Wendy, who was getting ready to follow me out of the car. “I can go alone.”"Your uncle's no pushover. He just lost his precious son and has no outlet for his grief and anger. You're too soft; he'll see you as an easy target. What if he uses you as a punching bag? You won't be able to handle it.""I can be tough!"I put on a stern face, trying to look more serious."Next time, you can deal with it yourself."Wendy got out of the car, insisting
"We were at a loss with her. People comforted us, saying that when she got a bit older, she'd understand our good intentions. We waited year after year, but she’d rather drift around in unfamiliar places than come home. However, she deeply misunderstood us, always quitting and leaving before we could find her. To us, she was still a child. Even if she didn't want to see us, we still cared about and missed her deeply. That’s why we brought her brother to Johnsonville, hoping to rekindle some sibling affection. If we’d known this trip would end like this… that it would…”At this point, my uncle broke down sobbing, "My son! Dad is so sorry! I shouldn't have asked you to come with us to Johnsonville to see your sister!""Mr. Middleton, excessive grief can harm your health," the volunteer quickly tried to comfort my uncle.My cousin was my uncle's pride and joy. With his heart torn out, he was inconsolable, wailing with his mouth wide open.The on-duty nurse heard the commotion and hurr
I was stunned, my eyes widening as I nearly dropped my phone.It took me a moment to find my voice. “Try… try for another child?”Wendy nodded.Just as I was processing Wendy's words, she stuck out her foot and tripped the volunteer passing by us.The volunteer, who had just filmed Penelope's "dirt," was gloating, looking down at their phone to edit the footage.Wendy and I were standing by the wall. The volunteer couldn't see us and tripped right over Wendy's foot, letting out a yelp as they fell forward, their phone flying out of their hand."I'm so sorry!"Wendy quickly reached out to grab the volunteer's arm.She barely touched their clothes before the volunteer hit the ground with a thud."Are you okay? Where does it hurt?"Wendy gave me a look, and I immediately understood, rushing over to check on the volunteer.She was completely unprepared for the fall, now sprawled on the floor with painful scrapes on her knees, wrists, and fingers. Dazed, she finally managed to ga
"The Smith family has a huge business with many employees. Get her to arrange a job for me!" Uncle's calculating expression didn't look at all like someone who had just lost his son and was heartbroken.I frowned and stood there silently."Jen, I'm your uncle. We're family. Family should help each other. Getting me a job introduction shouldn't be too hard for you.""Aunt Karen is still in the ICU. You should be by her side, encouraging her.""Isn't there something called a sinecure?" Uncle couldn't hide the smile on his face. "Just have my name on the company books, I don't have to show up, but still get paid."Me: ..."If you're too embarrassed to ask, I can talk to her for you.""..." How could I be related by blood to someone so shameless? What bad luck!"Even if the Smith family is wealthy, they can't afford to support a parasite like you."There was no need to be polite anymore after such an outrageous request.Uncle's face fell. "I'm your elder. How dare you speak to me
"If you were really as capable as you say, you wouldn’t still be clueless about what happened to your son.""So, if I can get justice for him, you’ll let me into your company?" he asked, a hopeful look on his face."I won’t.""Then I just wasted all this time talking to you!"Seeing Wendy's firm attitude, Uncle Paul kicked the gift box on the floor.Wendy shot him a glance, and then we entered the elevator together. Since there were others in the elevator, we kept quiet until we got back to the car.As she started the engine, Wendy muttered, "What a piece of work! He doesn’t want to do a lick of actual work; he just wants a free paycheck. He’s out here exploiting his own daughter and still trying to squeeze money out of strangers.""He was spoiled by my grandma. Old habits die hard.""Do you think your grandma is looking down and regretting it now?""Hardly. She’d probably be blaming us instead."To her, her precious son could do no wrong; everyone else was at fault. If he wa
"We're here," Wendy said as she dropped me off at the Greenfield Building, unlocking the doors.I hadn't yet found a solution, so I turned to look at Wendy.Just as I was about to speak, I realized I couldn't always rely on her. I smiled at Wendy, opened the car door, and got out, saying, "Drive safely.""Jen, you can ask Luke for help when you need it. He's your strongest support!""Got it!" I acknowledged, closing the car door.Luke and Wendy are always looking out for me, helping me. Under their wings, I feel incredibly safe, but my personal growth has been slow.I want to become someone who can stand alongside them!After watching Wendy leave, I entered the building.It was almost time for work, and people in the building were rushing about. I found myself picking up my pace too, caught up in the flow....In the CEO's office, Brian and Zac were already immersed in work. I quickly pushed aside the jumble of thoughts in my mind and got into work mode.At lunchtime, Luke f
"Jethro, our filming schedule is tight. We have several shows running concurrently and need to finish early to gain an edge," the director said, looking troubled. He glanced at the other guests standing nearby, watching the drama unfold. "Some of our guests don't have your popularity. They're hoping to use this show to gain exposure and boost their own profiles!"The director was trying to rally the other guests to oppose Jethro's request for a break.Jethro was highly popular and well-connected in the industry. The guests' eyes darted between the director and Jethro. They opened their mouths but ultimately didn't dare to take a stance."Jethro, please don't put everyone in a difficult position.""I'm quitting the show.""Jethro, we've already signed contracts. If you quit midway, it's a breach of contract. You'll have to pay a hefty penalty!""You can tell my manager the exact amount," Jethro said calmly, unfazed by the mention of a large penalty. "I'll cover Penelope's penalty
Jethro's manager was deeply displeased with his rash decision to quit filming.Jethro was the manager's most profitable artist, but he was stubborn. Once he made up his mind, nothing could change it.The agent relied on Jethro's earnings and didn't dare to confront him openly.As Jethro was packing to return to Johnsonville with Penelope, the manager knocked on his door in an attempt to persuade him to stay.Jethro remained silent, continuing to pack."That woman has stirred up a mess of trouble. If you go back to Johnsonville with her, you'll be dragged into it!"Penelope was staying next door to Jethro. She had finished packing and was now at his door.The door wasn't fully closed, and as Penelope was on the phone with me, I could hear their conversation."You played a part in creating this mess too.""Jethro, please...""Are you coming back to Johnsonville with us?""You can't go back now!""Give me one good reason why not.""Do I need to spell it out? The internet is f
We both knew how we felt about each other, but neither of us made the first move to confess.“I gave birth to him in circumstances I couldn’t control,” Molly said, her hands tightly clutching her cup, fingers unconsciously tracing its edge. “I used to think about fighting back against the people who hurt me, but reality forced me to wake up. I couldn’t afford to lose everything.”She hesitated, her gaze dropping. “There are things from back then that I just can’t bring myself to tell him.”When I arranged for Luke and Molly to spend some time alone, the two of them mostly sat in silence.“Mrs. Walker couldn’t have children for years after her marriage. Luke was just a tool to help her secure her place in the family,” Molly explained.Mr. Walker was handsome, wealthy, and from a good family. After getting married, women constantly threw themselves at him. According to the information Wendy had dug up, Landon didn’t exactly push them away.In such a situation, Mrs. Walker, Ashleigh
Molly poured four glasses of juice and sat across from Luke.She looked like she wanted to say something but didn’t know where to start.I gave Ian a quick look.Ian took a sip of his juice and said, “Miss, the juice is sweet and sour—it’s so good!”“Drink it up, and I’ll pour you some more,” Molly offered.Luke interjected, “It’s almost time to rest. Don’t drink too much juice.”“I’m sorry, I don’t have experience taking care of kids,” Molly said, lowering her head. After a pause, she quietly repeated, “I’m sorry.”She was probably thinking of Luke as a baby.I clutched my stomach, pretending to wince. “Excuse me, Molly. My stomach hurts; I need to head back to my room.”As I stood, I grabbed Ian’s wrist.Ian caught on quickly. “Jen is a girl. She’ll get scared going back alone—I have to go with her.”Not giving Luke a chance to respond, I opened the door and said, “Mr. Walker, you stay and chat with Molly. Ian and I will be back in a bit.”In the hallway, Ian looked thoug
Molly wasn’t the type to make things difficult for others. She didn’t give the hotel manager a hard time.After the staff left, Molly turned to thank Luke and me. “Thank you for staying with me and helping me handle this.”Luke glanced at her but didn’t say anything.The silence grew awkward, so I quickly broke it. “You don’t have to thank us. We didn’t really do much.”“Would you like to come in and sit for a while?” Molly invited us into her room.Before either of us could respond, Ian, who’d been holding back his excitement, eagerly chimed in, “Yes, yes! Let’s go!”I sighed internally.Molly finally noticed the little one in Luke’s arms. “And who’s this?”“I’m Ian Lloyd,” he introduced himself cheerfully.But the moment he got a good look at Molly’s face, he let out a small “Huh?” and then turned to look at Luke.Luke frowned slightly, and their eyes met—a silent understanding passing between them. Ian immediately shut his mouth and swallowed whatever he’d been about to sa
Five hours later, we arrived in Sharonville.Before the trip, Luke had everything arranged. After landing, we took a car to the hotel he’d booked in advance.In the hotel lobby, we ran into Molly. She was walking with two middle-aged men in sharp suits, smiling as she chatted with them.When her eyes met Luke’s, her smile froze for a moment, then slowly softened as she stared at him without blinking.Luke didn’t acknowledge her. He walked right past, brushing by her shoulder as though she wasn’t there. From the corner of my eye, I saw her eyes redden.The two men exchanged glances but didn’t say anything. That night, however, they sent two young, handsome men to Molly’s room.Our room was on the same floor as Molly’s. After dinner out, we returned to the hotel and saw her standing at her door with the two young men.Their faces were powdered with heavy makeup, and they looked eager to please, practically glued to her.My thoughts immediately took a less innocent turn.Luke co
Amy messaging me at this hour was probably another complaint about other agencies trying to poach her, or how stressed she was about it all.The underlying message? She wanted me to contact Mr. Lloyd to secure better resources for her—a thinly veiled threat, essentially.Since several popular artists left One Entertainment, the company’s resources had started to dwindle.Mr. Lloyd’s return wasn’t just because of his love for acting. He also wanted to support the company’s artists, giving them more opportunities to shine.Amy had already begun to stand out. If she simply focused on honing her craft and stayed patient, she’d get her share of the spotlight.When Mr. Lloyd founded the company, his goal was to grow it into a powerhouse that protected its artists. Now, he had adopted a more laid-back approach: if an artist wanted to leave, they just needed to pay the penalty fee.Amy’s tactics wouldn’t change anything.I went back to reading my book.My phone buzzed again, and I ass
Mr. Lloyd's words carried a hint of reassurance for me.“Jen, Uncle asked me to create a travel itinerary!”Luke had been telling Ian lots of stories about Sharonville, and Ian had also looked up a ton of information online. He now knew every street in the city and how many shops were on each one.Carefully folding his sweaters, Ian placed them neatly into his suitcase, which was decorated with a cheerful Doraemon sticker.“I’m really looking forward to your travel guide, Ian!”“I’ve already finished most of it!” Ian was a serious little worker who never did things half-heartedly. If he said it was nearly done, he was probably putting on the finishing touches.I praised him warmly.“Jen, since the three of us are traveling together, we need to consider everyone’s preferences and suggestions.”“So, you want to get my input to finalize it?”“Exactly.”“Well, wherever you want to go is where I want to go. This trip, I’ll leave the planning to you.”Luke had work to handle in Shar
For the past few days, Luke has been picking me up and dropping me off at work.Reporters often linger outside One Entertainment, and it took a lot of effort for rumors about me and Luke to die down. I didn’t want them to resurface.Luke understood my concerns, so he always parked his car a block away from the company. Once he sent me a message, I’d grab Ian and head over.That evening, Luke prepared another full table of dishes for dinner.Ever since things thawed between us, I hadn’t said much during meals, but the atmosphere was much more relaxed than before.“She’s already in Sharonville,” Luke said.“Hasn’t she been out of the country for years? Will she be safe there alone?”He was talking about Molly.The Walker family has been a prominent family in Sharonville for generations, with deep-rooted connections and influence. Mrs. Walker is a respected figure, and many people in Sharonville owe her favors. It wouldn’t be surprising if someone decided to teach Molly a lesson on
I watched the behind-the-scenes footage, and Mr. Lloyd looked great. After stepping out of the spotlight for a few years, his demeanor has become even more composed and sophisticated, perfectly matching the calm and collected surgeon he portrays in the show.“He’s as brilliant as ever,” Beatrice said, her eyes filled with admiration. “As long as the co-stars hold their ground, this show is bound to be a hit.”“He has an exceptional eye for picking scripts,” she added, her gaze glued to the screen.I didn’t interrupt her. Instead, I got up and went to the kitchen to check on Ian’s progress.For someone so young, Ian took everything seriously. Standing on a small stool to make up for his height, he carefully worked on brewing coffee, his movements precise and methodical.“Waiter Number One, Ian Lloyd, at your service. Your oat latte will be ready soon,” he announced cheekily.I laughed at his playful tone and played along. “Waiter Number Two will now deliver orange juice to Mr. Ian
While Beatrice chatted with Ian, I brought the gifts to the living room."You're too kind, Ms. Middleton.""Ian bought these with his pocket money."I winked at Ian.He caught on quickly, nodding.Beatrice warmly invited me to sit.Fresh fruit and two plates of nuts were on the coffee table.She placed a fruit bowl before me. "Yesterday's blueberries are fresh—crisp and sweet."The large blueberries were covered in bloom. I took one and made space for Beatrice."What would you like? Coffee or juice?""Fresh orange juice for me, and Jen likes oat milk latte," Ian said, playing with a doll, squishing its face into different shapes.Suddenly remembering our earlier conversation, he dropped the doll and ran to the kitchen. "I've learned lots from Jen. I can make juice and coffee!"Beatrice praised him: "How impressive!"She started toward the kitchen, concerned.I held her arm. "Ian's a quick learner. He does everything properly. We can trust him.""He gets along so well wit