It’s unsettling how well Emily knows my preferences—ones I rarely ever share with anyone.After dropping off the Stewart family at Jacob’s place, Emily enthusiastically invited Penelope and me to stay for lunch. We politely declined.On the ride back, Penelope looked exhausted.“Have you not been resting well?” I asked with concern.“The way they treat me makes me feel pressured,” she admitted, looking down as she nervously fidgeted with her fingers. “I hate feeling like I’m being manipulated. I plan to distance myself from them. I hope they’ll eventually understand that I only see Jacob as a friend.”The Stewarts clearly favor Penelope. Now that her uncle, aunt, and cousin have all passed away, they’ll be even more determined not to let her slip away. I had my own suspicions but didn’t want to alarm her, so I simply nodded.Just then, Penelope’s phone rang—it was Jethro’s manager.“Jethro was spotted by the media visiting his ex-girlfriend at the hospital. What should I do?” th
I dialed Wendy’s number.She didn’t pick up. About ten minutes later, she called me back.“Miss me, Jen?” she teased.“Of course, every cell in my body is radiating with thoughts of you, Wendy,” I replied playfully.“Ew!” Wendy feigned disgust. “Women in love really are something else—just oozing with the stench of romance.”I sighed. “Don’t say I broke your heart. Ever since you knew I had someone else on my mind, I’ve been dead to you,” I joked.“Alright, alright. Enough fooling around. What’s up?”“Penelope wants to meet up for lunch,” I explained.“Oh, to thank me?” Wendy immediately got the hint. “Tell her it’s no big deal. She’s got acting skills, good looks, and just finished filming that dating show. Why not ride the wave and break into the entertainment industry? She might really make a name for herself.”“You’re suggesting she become a celebrity?”“Why not? Who hasn’t dreamed of stardom? If Jenny could land a role in a big director’s film, why can’t Penelope? I beli
With her newfound determination, the exhaustion and weariness in Penelope’s face disappeared. I gave her a thumbs up as we sat down for lunch, and she mentioned that she would soon start looking for the right agent.Poking at the grilled fish on her plate with her chopsticks, Penelope said, “Jen, I think I’ve found someone.”“Do I know them?”“George Halter.”“That name rings a bell, but I can’t quite place it,” I admitted, trying to recall.“You reached out to him when my mother and brother passed away.”Ah, that’s who he was! The agent who helped to relay the message to Penelope!“And why did you choose him?” I asked, curious.“All his clients are either rookies or struggling actors who haven’t made a name for themselves after years in the industry.”“If he can’t make his clients successful, that means he probably doesn’t have strong connections or resources.”“He may lack resources, but I have them!” Penelope’s confident response made everything clear.As Jethro’s girlfri
"I’m glad you believe in me, but as for Jethro..." George Halter observed Penelope's expression, hesitating to continue."He has no objections," Penelope reassured him."And what about his agent?""Are you afraid of his agent?""Why should I be? We’re both agents—who’s superior here?" George’s tone carried a hint of frustration. Jethro's agent, emboldened by managing a top star, had often looked down on other agents, and George had been ignored by him a few times. Their relationship soured further after George discreetly informed Penelope about her family’s passing."You want to sign with me, and I have no reason to refuse. When do you want to make it official?" George asked."Whenever you're ready. We can sign anytime you're available.""I’ll get the contract prepared. I’ll be in Johnsonville for a few days, so just let me know." George was all business. As he stood up to leave, he paid the bill and stopped briefly at the door. "If you change your mind, feel free to contact me.
Concerned that Mrs. Stewart might do something rash, I texted George, asking him to keep an eye on Penelope. In Hollywood, some actresses have gained attention by claiming to date popular male stars, using it as a springboard to fame.Recently, Penelope had guest-starred on a few TV shows and had a minor role in a short film. Sharp-eyed fans had already guessed she was trying to break into showbiz, with some protesting online. Some even flooded Jethro's social media, accusing him of being her ticket to stardom. However, Jethro, preoccupied with his ex-girlfriend, had stayed silent on the matter.George, unaware of Mrs. Stewart's schemes, thought I was worried about potential fan backlash. He assured me repeatedly that he'd keep Penelope safe.After work, I willingly accepted a ride home with Luke. In the car, Luke leaned back casually in the back seat, glancing at me. "Well, this is a rare sight."I buckled up. "Not happy to see me, Mr. Walker?""Of course he is!" Peter, the drive
I quickly shook my head. "I like it. Anywhere you take me is great, Mr. Walker."As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized what I'd said. Embarrassed, I didn't dare look at Luke's eyes, which were likely filled with warmth and affection."I'll just... use the restroom." I brushed past him and hurried into the restaurant, asking a server for directions to the bathroom.When I came out, Luke was already seated by the window, casually browsing the menu. His every movement carried an effortless grace. Just sitting there, he exuded a sense of calm maturity, like a perfect painting you wouldn't want to disturb.Luke always respected boundaries. He rarely displayed physical closeness, so dining with him in public never felt awkward.The food at the new place wasn't fancy, but it tasted pretty good. I made a mental note to suggest it to Wendy next time we planned dinner.Luke's phone rang, but after glancing at it, he switched it to silent and slipped it back into his pocket. It was
Who exactly was he searching for? The question made my head throb, so I picked up my phone to distract myself with some news.The media was buzzing with rumors about Penelope entering show business. Several outlets had published photos of her on a reality show set. After some professional styling, she stood out effortlessly – tall, elegant, with fair skin and endless legs. Social media was flooded with comments praising her looks.Not everyone was supportive, though. Some accused her of using Jethro to climb the social ladder. Defenders quickly jumped in, pointing out that if "less attractive trust fund kids" could break into entertainment, why shouldn't someone as stunning as Penelope have a chance? They attributed the criticism to jealousy – people envied someone who'd risen from their ranks to the spotlight. The observation rang true, and I clicked the like button without hesitation.After browsing the Penelope coverage, I stumbled across a recent post about a drone photography f
I kept my tone warm and professional.Lina had a colleague pull up the Hanque videos and asked to see my ID. I showed her honestly."So, you're Mr. Walker's assistant." Lina handed me her business card, which I tucked into my bag."Ms. Middleton, would you prefer a copy of the videos, or would you rather view them here with someone present?""You all look swamped, so I can review them myself." I glanced at an empty desk nearby. "May I sit here?""Of course." Lina booted up the computer. "Since this was a major drone event, we organized everything by location."When the screen lit up, I saw the videos were meticulously sorted."We've split them into five zones: east, west, north, south, and central. Hanque is in the southern part of Johnsonville, so all relevant footage is in this folder."Lina clicked through to reveal over a dozen video files."These are quite lengthy, so take your time, Ms. Middleton. Just let me know if you need anything.""Thanks."After bringing me coff
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