"I'm worried once I give in, he'll keep pushing to exploit me more.""The company has always been flexible with its artists."Mr. Lloyd started the company because he'd been through the hardships himself and wanted to shelter others."If my fears come true, will the company assign me a new agent?""Absolutely!"My confident, unhesitating response gave Amy reassurance. After some thought, she said, "I'll contact my agent later."Having gotten the answer I wanted, I ended the call.I noticed the monstera plant on the windowsill hadn't been watered for days. I got up with the watering can, and as I tended to it, I spotted someone below using binoculars to peer up at the building.With Amy trending, it was normal to have paparazzi staking out the place.To prevent them from sneaking in, I'd already asked security to be extra vigilant.As I returned to my desk, the license plate number flashed in my mind.That plate number...I remembered seeing it near Johnsonville University w
I pointed to the wall clock. "No leaving early!"Ian stuck out his tongue playfully. "Uncle said he's going home early to cook, so dinner will be ready when we get there!""..." Luke, the workaholic, taking off early?Ian watched the clock's second hand intently.When the minute hand hit twelve, he exclaimed excitedly, “It's time! We can go home!""Let me pack up."I gathered my things and coat, then left with Ian.On the way home, I noticed a white SUV following us.Jenny's people had switched cars. If they tried anything, Ian could be in danger.I didn't have many friends, and with Wendy and Penelope out of town, I had no one to turn to.After some thought, I noted down the license plate. The next day, seeing them tail me again, I drove straight to the police station.The police checked nearby security cameras and spotted the car parked nearby.When officers approached to question them, they sped off.Their extreme reaction convinced the police something was wrong. They
”Ian, what you think a happy, simple life is?""It's living with someone you love!" Ian's eyes sparkled like black pearls. "Like how happy I am living with Dad!""Perfect answer!" Ian was clearly trying to match me with Luke.Only four, but thinking like he's forty!I checked the time. "Bedtime!"Ian nodded and went upstairs to get ready. He drifted off during his bedtime story.As I was heading to my room, my phone rang.Not wanting to wake Ian, I quickly answered while leaving the room."Hello, Amy..."Silence on the other end. I said hello several more times with no response.Accidental call maybe?Just as I was about to hang up, I heard muffled noise in the background."Mr. York, I can't drink anymore - I have a low tolerance."It was Amy's voice."You just had drinks with Mr. Lander, but now you won't drink with me?"Feeling disrespected, Mr. York's smile didn't reach his eyes.Amy's agent, worried about offending him, rushed to smooth things over. "Mr. York, that'
"Ruby took Amy to meet some producers.""Where exactly?""I only overheard Ruby's phone call, but the location..."The artist thought carefully but couldn't remember the specific place."Did Ruby arrange this meeting?""I don't know.""Has Ruby taken you to business dinners before?""Once or twice." The artist's voice dropped. "There were lots of people. We just drank, sang karaoke, and left when it was time.""Where were these meetings?""Skyline Club. It's very discreet - lots of Johnsonville's elite have permanent private rooms there.""Whose room did you use last time?"Maybe it was the same room. I couldn't miss any leads."There were so many people. I was just background, didn't dare speak much or ask questions."The artist had shared everything they knew."Call Ruby, say you have something urgent to discuss in person, and ask where she is.""Ms. Middleton, I'm Ruby's artist. If I make that call, she'll make my life difficult.""If you want to leave her, I'll conv
I agreed, but before hanging up, another call came in. I quickly said goodbye to Wendy and answered."Ms. Middleton, Ruby's at Skyline Club. It's members-only - you can't get in without membership.""Can I get a membership on the spot?""You'd need to submit personal information for approval. Without passing their screening, you can't become a member.""..." A club that requires application and background checks!Wendy must have been to Skyline Club during her PR days.I called her back."Missing me already, sweetie!"The situation was urgent - I couldn't match her playful tone. "Wendy, do you have a Skyline Club membership?""Yes! Are you going there?""I need to find someone.""One of your artists got taken there?"Wendy was always sharp, piecing together the whole picture from the smallest details.I explained Amy's situation briefly."Classic industry mess," Wendy scoffed. “Allen York's a playboy who lives off daddy's empire. He's the target of many actresses. Are you
“I’m here to meet a friend.”“I’ll take care of Amy,” Ruby said, helping support her. “Ms. Middleton, you must be busy.”As I stepped back, I avoided Ruby’s outstretched hand, steadying Amy. “My friend had a last-minute change of plans and canceled, so I’m heading home. Amy’s had too much to drink, so I’ll take her back.”With that, I turned around, pressed the elevator button, and prepared to leave.“Ms. Middleton—” Ruby started, but a man’s voice cut her off.“Ruby, if you can’t even manage the artists under your watch, maybe you should quit being a manager and be an assistant instead.”“Mr. York—”“Enough. You can all leave now. We’ll discuss the matter another time.”Mr. York, clearly losing his patience, waved dismissively. He was young, wealthy, and reasonably good-looking—a hot commodity in the entertainment industry. There was no need for him to coerce anyone.Ruby had finally secured a meeting with Mr. York, and he had already agreed to cast Amy as the lead in a film.
Time was tight. If Amy threw up inside the club, it would create a lot of trouble.As the elevator doors opened, I guided her out. At that point, her body was completely limp, and all her weight leaned heavily on me. Every step was a struggle. The club's main entrance, just over twenty meters away, felt impossibly far.A server noticed us and walked over. “Miss, do you need any help?”It was like seeing a lifesaver. I nodded quickly. “My friend is drunk. Could you help me get her to the car?”“Of course!”“Urgh!”Amy couldn’t hold it in anymore. She gave me a weak push, slid to the floor, and started throwing up. The sharp stench of alcohol hit me, and my scalp tingled as danger loomed.“I’ll call housekeeping to clean this up,” the server said, immediately reaching for his radio.“Thank you,” I murmured, squatting down to gently pat Amy’s back, trying to ease her discomfort.After a while, Amy stopped vomiting. Tears streaked down her face, but she finally looked a little bett
"Where did this little brat come from?"Roy yelped as he looked down at his thigh, where a small kid had sunk his teeth into him. The boy, a little guy no more than a few years old, glared up at him with defiance."Don't bully Jen!” Ian shouted angrily, standing his ground with his tiny fists clenched.Roy, already furious, felt his anger explode at the boy's challenge. He reached out, aiming to grab Ian by the hair."Ian, move!" I yelled.Ian was just a child. If Roy got hold of him, he wouldn’t stand a chance. The mere thought of him getting hurt made my face go pale with fear.Without thinking, I pushed Amy toward Ruby and rushed forward to stop Roy.Before I could intervene, an arm wrapped firmly around my waist, holding me back, while a strong hand caught Roy’s wrist mid-motion. In the next second, a foot struck Roy squarely in the lower back with a force so powerful that he let out a pained howl, stumbling backward. He crashed into the car, clutching his waist in agony, th
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