CHAPTER 20: CHAPTER 20: NOT INTERESTED

The three of them were in the old alley, with the afternoon sun so intense it made one drowsy.

The shadows of Maeve Lane and Julian Fairchild were stretched very long, and the distance between them wasn’t particularly close.

Yet their shadows intertwined intimately.

The man’s figure was slender, and in a lazy posture, he listened to the girl’s words, but his gaze carried not the slightest ripple.

He lowered his eyes and spoke to the sober Maeve Lane once more—

"Not interested."

...

The memory abruptly came to a halt.

The car had already arrived at Crestfall Bay Number 1.

Julian Fairchild got out of the car first.

The closer it got to that deadline, the more Maeve Lane found herself falling into a sporadic light anxiety.

She and Julian Fairchild had agreed on three years.

Now, two years and nine months had already passed.

Her current savings were thirty million, a far cry from the two hundred million she needed to repay Julian Fairchild.

Maeve Lane hadn’t expected, starting anew with Julian Fairchild would be under such absurd circumstances.

But in some sense, Julian Fairchild was her benefactor.

Even though this benefactor was not entirely pure.

Over the years, every month Julian Fairchild deposited a fixed one hundred thousand into her account, which she hadn’t touched.

"Young madam, you’re back?" Mrs. Thompson bent at the waist, standing at the villa door beaming with happiness.

Maeve Lane had been in high heels all day, her legs ached a bit, Mrs. Thompson had placed a spare pair in Julian Fairchild’s frequently used car early on.

She came down now wearing slippers.

After eating a bit, Maeve Lane sat on the sofa, ready to have a good talk with Julian Fairchild when he came down.

The reason for choosing to enter the circle wasn’t that complicated.

Maeve Lane just wanted to quickly earn money, a lot of money.

So that once her mother’s illness was cured, she could return to living a prosperous life like before.

Instead of, at her age, running around with her.

Over these two years, she had shot quite a few TV dramas, but they were all minor roles, and lacking connections led many to want to exploit unwritten rules.

As a result, Maeve Lane had also offended quite a few people, losing a lot of resources.

Fortunately, she lived frugally, and there was at least some surplus, better than nothing.

"Madam, why don’t you go upstairs and have a look? I think sir probably won’t come down today."

The air conditioning was a bit chilly, Mrs. Thompson worried Maeve Lane might catch cold and brought over a cup of hot water.

Maeve Lane took it, glanced upstairs, sipped it, and set it down, warmth in her eyes, "Thank you, Mrs. Thompson."

Mrs. Thompson stood to the side, nodding with a smile.

Maeve Lane went up, only to find the study and master bedroom were already dark.

She hesitated, raised her hand wanting to knock, but eventually decided against it.

Turning around to return to her own room, right next to the master bedroom.

Julian Fairchild was not asleep, when footsteps were heard at the door, it seemed his heart skipped a beat.

But just for that instant, the footsteps again moved in the opposite direction away.

His eyes immediately dimmed.

...

Morning, at the film set.

Maeve Lane and Sarah Sutton had arrived early.

Sarah Sutton kept instructing, "Maeve, you really have to seize this opportunity. The film ’Illusionary Joy’ has great traffic and buzz. With Julian Fairchild here, even if you’re playing the third female lead, there are still plenty of chances to show your face. Don’t be nervous later, just act the way you should."

Maeve Lane sat in the car, holding the script in her right hand and audition content in her left, her tone steady, "Okay."

Sarah Sutton really felt like she was regressing with age, having led popular stars before, yet not being this nervous. She had a premonition that if Maeve Lane passed the audition, this could be a turning point!

However, just at that moment, Sarah Sutton’s phone rang.