After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Brock was confused as he hadn't drunk the liquor.

Right then, his son returned home from school. Seeing him holding a bottle of liquor, the boy snapped stubbornly, "Drink again.

I'll run away from home." Brock glared at him. "Did you empty my liquor?" "Humph! I'l empty your bottles if you dare to drink it again.” The boy put down his schoolbag and started to work on his homework.

He had recently become aggressive toward his father, especially for the drinking matter.

Brock couldn't do anything but put down the bottle. His son restrained him strictly nowadays.

Noticing his reaction, the boy curled his lips into a smile while writing his homework.

The method that the pretty lady taught him last time worked well.

Recently, his father had been studying a playscript, and the boy was delighted.

He would never want to live with a drunkard anymore, although Brock was his father.

When Sylvia woke up again, it was already dark.

Feeling exhausted, she got off the bed to wash her face.

The night breeze blew into the room. The air was filled with peace and silence.

Sylvia turned on her phone and saw two incoming calls from an unknown number.

Frowning, she gazed at the number for a while but couldn't figure out who the caller was.

However, she dialed the number to call back.

"Hello?" Brock was sleepy, with no TV set or computer in his shabby apartment.

When he felt bored, he wanted to sleep.

His phone, however, suddenly rang when he almost fell asleep.

The caller was Sylvia Andrews.

Instantly, Brock sobered and swiped to answer enthusiastically, "Hello, Miss Andrews. This is Brock Davila." "Mr. Davila, did you call me earlier?" Sylvia was amused by his tense tone. "You called me twice. Did you make up your mind?" "Yes, Miss Andrews." Brock looked excited, his heart racing. The excitement that he would return to be a director again surged in his chest.

Earlier during the day, he had been desperate. However, he had a ray of hope now.

Sylvia called him back.

She wasn't a liar! "All right. Come to see me tomorrow morning." Sylvia sent the lab's address to him.

After the conversation ended, Brock still felt dizzy, wondering if he was dreaming.

He would film a good movie upon an excellent playscript for real.

Although he didn't like the crew, he believed he could teach them well. After all, he had no right to be picky with actors and actresses.

He had no longer been the proud director as before. Instead, he was slightly self-abased.

His life in the past few years had tortured him, but he still wanted to be a director in his favorite industry.

In the early morning, Eden was woken up by his agent. Rubbing his messy hair, he looked at his agent sleepily. "What's your problem? It's so early now. | didn't finish recording the variety show program until 2 A.M." He almost went nuts.

His agent was a man in his thirties. Pushing Eden toward the bathroom, he prompted, "Hurry! Your brother called you about a movie." "Mr. Maskelyne disagreed with letting you film a movie, but your brother wants to introduce you to a director. Do you want this opportunity?" Eden looked at him in a daze. "What did you say?" "I said your brother wanted to let you film a movie. Hurry up and get ready.” The agent pushed him into the bathroom and closed the door considerately.

Eden blinked at himself in the mirror before taking a shower.

An hour later, a minivan slowly pulled up to a house in the lab's yard.

Eden yawned and got off the car.

"Why did my brother ask me to meet him here?" "Let's go in." His agent dragged him toward the house.

Franklin disagreed with letting Eden film a movie as he didn't think Eden was good at acting. If Eden acted, his reputation might be tarnished, which could impact his career in the future.

Franklin would rather let him continue singing.

In the early morning, Brock put on his most decent black shirt and jeans before going to the lab.

When he arrived, he thought he had gone to the wrong address.

‘Miss Andrews is so weird. Why did she ask me to meet her here?" he thought.

Once entering the yard, Brock saw the young man hopping down a minivan, and he gaped.

Faintly, he recalled that Sylvia mentioned letting Eden be the leading role. Much to Brock's surprise, she indeed hired Eden.

In Brock's opinion, Eden was good for nothing except for his handsome face.

He couldn't accept Eden as the male lead of his movie, but still, he walked toward the lounge where Sylvia was.

As soon as Brock arrived at the door, he saw Eden enter. Pressing his lips, he followed suit.

The lounge was clean and tidy, with a bedroom suite where Sylvia stayed.

She was curling up on a couch, discussing with Logan.

She was in a white dress, which showed her pretty figure. Her gorgeous face looked lethally attractive under the morning sunshine.

Before Brock greeted her, Eden chirped, "Holy shit! Aren't you Sylvia Andrews? Why did you lose so much weight? Are you on a diet?" "Be respectful!" Logan patted his head. "You should address her as Miss Andrews." Eden curled his lips. He wasn't close to Sylvia but had read a lot of Twitter trends about her. He had always thought she hooked up with Logan for money and fame.

Sylvia darted a glance at him without speaking to him.

Instead, she smiled at Brock. "Morning, Mr. Davila. Please have a seat.” Only then did Brock nod at him and Logan in greetings.

Sylvia was holding a playscript. "Have you finished reading the playscript?" "Yes, | have." Brock nodded. He was passionate when talking about his beloved career. "I like the playscript. It implies some events in real life and has many storylines. The climax plot and the theme are both refreshed and attractive. It's hard for the audience to forget.” "Mr. Davila, | didn't expect you like the playscript so much." A smile flashed across Sylvia's pale face.

"The playscript? Logan, didn't you want me to play in a movie? Why didn't | receive any playscript?" Eden asked unhappily.

Sylvia darted a glance at Logan, and the latter tossed a playscript to Eden's head. "Here you are!" Eden cried in pain and caught the playscript. The name "Wynter" on the cover lit up his eyes. He yelled excitedly, "My gosh! It's written by Wynter? Really? My idol even wrote a playscript for me. He must love me very much!" "Logan, how did you convince my idol?" "Argh! Logan, you are the best. When can you introduce me to Wynter?"