Chapter 3

In terms of acting, Eric has never claimed to be a good actor.

Such as the first movie acted in, the school idol genre, Beta x Beta, the kind of instant noodles you can see once you get bored.

But to openly criticize it seems a bit too much.

Perhaps, he and I have some enmity with each other?

It looks like I don't know him.

Eric didn't feel anything, knowing he wasn't acting well anyway.

On the contrary, the Manager doesn't think so. It's okay to criticize privately, but saying it publicly has a different meaning.

Moreover, being criticized by the prince of a large financial group for his ability to act in front of people is hugely embarrassing.

That could destroy Eric's acting career.

Around that time, Eric was branded "Portable Vase." "New Generation Superstar." The name is almost obscured, so without getting a good script. Jacky got angry but didn't have the heart to use junk movies to disappoint Eric. He was running around on shows big and small, trying to get Eric to put on a reality TV show as a guest.

And thanks to that program, the cruel fate between him and Vincent officially opened.

I don't know whether to cry or laugh.

"How's the script of the movie? Is it okay to read it?" Jacky asked.

"The plot is quite good, the plot is interesting, the male lead 1 is an Alpha dominant gene, a genius with a high IQ, and belongs to an assassin organization. However, his mysterious coldness is. Make many people passionately pursue."

After analyzing the first male lead, Eric paused and continued: "Second male Beta is an undercover cop. In this case, both were locked up in the same place, and their relationship was between police and criminals. They support each other and fight to solve all the kidnappers. Overall, I quite like the script this time. I am planning to audition."

"I don't have an opinion about the audition, but if possible, I hope you have nothing to do with SMALL."

This was a no-nonsense answer, but Eric tacitly understood: "I'm only interested in the role."

“I know, but after all, this world is the playground of capital.” Jacky is still not reassured, trying his best to remind: "Jackson is only better than an actor as a director in that he can get angry on set, and what happens after that has nothing to do with him. You know what I mean." 

Eric was silent for a moment: "Yes. If they request "Black Resources" funding, I will refuse!"

"It's okay to follow capitalism, cooperation is considered a win-win, but the prerequisite is who the investor is. It is rumored that the Mafia gangs are very taboo for the taste that prince." Jacky, at this time, is like a talkative uncle; looking around, seeing that there are no strangers, he told all the information he heard Eric: "He's a person. Very scary!"

Scary, of course!

SMALL financial group, basically an intermediary group, was built by people who were once genuine Mafia people.

Although that is only in the past, in the present, This nominal financial group is still engaged in illegal activities.

Of course, the top people in that SMALL financial group are all horrifying, and if you don't want tragedy to happen to you, it's best not to touch them.

And Eric thought I was not stupid enough to know the fire pit and still jump down.

But watching Jacky afraid of the shadow, afraid of the wind, can't help but feel funny. Hastily opened his mouth to reassure: "Um, I'm just a B-list actor, not famous; how can I be lucky to meet that Crown Prince? You can rest assured."

Jacky reluctantly pushed Eric's forehead: "Just hope so."

At 9 pm, Eric came home, and when he opened the door, his eyes were full of posters, albums, and products that Vincent used to represent.

On the other side of the table, there were still a few unopened boxes.

Looking around, Eric saw so much that his brain hurt; go in, tore down the poster on the wall, and cleaned up the living room again.

You don't need to use your head to think to know who's doing it.

Anna, you come back and die with me.

Eric suddenly remembered something, opened his cell phone, and wrote a message.

[Where are you?]

Ting ting. Incoming message tone.

[I'm at work, do you have urgent business to find me?]

Eric quickly tapped his finger on the keyboard.

[Ha ha, you are so good. Put up a bunch of posters looking for an excuse to run away, hurry home, and clean up for me]

Ting ting.

[No, I want the best for you. Didn't the press say you and Vincent are a couple?]

Eric gritted his teeth and texted: [ No, he and I are entirely pure ]

Anna sent over the horror icon: [Er... Could it be fake news]

Eric: [That's right]

Anna: [Sorry, I don't know... I thought you two were a couple]  

Attached with crying face icon, crying face...

I can't blame her because the press reports are all false. Eric sighed and was about to put his phone away when suddenly Anna sent another message.

[Ah yes, the refrigerator has run out of food, go down to the convenience stores to buy something to eat temporarily]

The prosperous city is full of high-rise buildings that obscure the sky. Light from the stars slowly shines on this path.

The street lights pulled the silhouettes of pedestrians out for a long time.

Eric wears a black hoodie, and his head is covered with a hat and mask; his hands are habitually stuffed in his pockets, and his long legs quickly move forward, cross the intersection, and enter the store.

Ting toong... Welcome to us.

Just as I finished grabbing a sandwich and a soft drink, the phone rang.

"Hello!"

The other end of the line seemed to have encountered something dire, and the voice was a little panicked: "Brother... Hurry up to the 'Stolen Heaven' to save me."

This voice belongs to Haley...

Eric frowned: "What are you doing there?"

"...There's no time to explain. They're about to burst through the door. Hurry up and save me."

Through the phone, the noisy sound and the scolding transmitted into his ears, getting louder and louder. Eric paid the money and hurriedly said: "Okay, stay in there and try to delay the time; I'll come right away."

"Not in time, Ah... Tut tut tut."

"Damn it," Eric cursed under his breath.

Haley was a new actor, an Omega who was lively, active, and intelligent, and she was well-liked by many of their colleagues in the company, including Eric. As a senior and under the same management company, he often helped her out.

As he clutched his phone, Eric wondered what could have happened to Haley.

Wait a minute... could she be in a heat cycle?!

Thinking of this, Eric couldn't help but shudder.

Stolen Heaven. A high-class nightclub Eric did not dare to break into; fortunately, the last time Vincent gave him a membership card, which was only kept in his wallet, he unexpectedly had the opportunity to use it today.

When you enter the back, stand in front of the reception desk and show your membership card, from the waiter receives instructions to go straight inside.

The corridor lights come in incredibly dark, cold, and slightly blue. Each booth is tightly closed, isolating the outside world.

What room are those bastards keeping Haley in?

“Are all Omegas like this now?”

"That's right. I can't say that an idiot is still naive."

"Huh, only know how to pretend to be pitiful for anyone to see. The woman just saw it and knew it was not a good thing, shed two tears, and thought she had turned into a pure white-robed angel?"

"I guess this girl just didn't expect to meet the director, such a cold-blooded person, so cruel; I heard that she was going to run away temporarily, but who would have been arrested."

"Haha, don't you know? The director who went to bed with a girl has never held back. If you don't want to be blamed, lie there with your legs wide open and wait."

They are a bunch of vile Alphas.

The law, in their eyes, is just an ornament.

Also true, this society only favors the superior Alphas; kidnapping or being forced to mark these things is only natural for them.

Eric is not the type of person to be cowardly. When he finds it difficult to retreat, trying to take a deep breath to suppress the anger in his heart, he steps closer to the Alphas, clenches his fists, smiles, and asks: "Excuse me, can you tell me what's that girl's name?"

Seeing that they just smiled and didn't speak, Eric quietly stared at them, his dark eyes full of seriousness, asking each word by word: "So which room is that girl in?"

One of them couldn't look any longer and sighed; he was not a cold-blooded person, pointed to the stairs: "3rd floor, room 305!"

Eric said, "Thank you," in a low voice, and ran upstairs.

"Another idiot."

Eric ran to room 305 at full speed and was out of breath when he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Moments later, the door opened.

A young man with blond hair and blue eyes, holding a pencil in front of him, opened the door with an unpleasant expression: "What do you want?"

"I need to get in. My friend is in there," Eric said.

The blonde teenager looked at a man wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, a clean man at first glance, and immediately his eyes lit up.

He initially liked men, and under the direction of director Hoanh, he was often in this city raging unruly. Now, looking at Eric's white face, I feel that my whole body is dry and hot. 

His dangerous eyes narrowed, revealing a rogue smile: "Is your friend the Omega named Haley? That stupid woman is your friend? Friends are great. Do you want to come in and play together?"

Eric sneered and pushed him aside: "Okay!"

The blonde teenager made an enthusiastic gesture, inviting Eric to come in.

Without further ado, Eric walked past him and entered the room.

The music was loud, and the plush couches were packed together. The room was filled with smoke, and the smell of alcohol stung the nose. Several men were sitting on the couches with their belts unbuckled, and the women present were sitting with their bras open, laughing, moaning, and humming non-stop.

The men casually hugged the woman's waist, their eyes filled with humor. Looking at the bench in the middle, their mouths were still noisy.

"Drink it!"

Eric, according to eye level, saw Haley.

She was overwhelmed here in the golden abyss of decay by how weak and beautiful the little girl was.

Sitting on her knees on the ground, crying non-stop, so much so that her makeup faded, she raised her head slightly, staring blankly into the void, like she was praying for someone to save her.

Sitting on the center sofa is a man who looks like a mighty man. He lights a match and smokes a cigarette with a deep sense: "If you don't drink all ten bottles of wine, take off your clothes."

Haley begged desperately: "Please don't..."

Before Haley finished speaking, a clear voice with a hint of indifference suddenly spoke up to cut her off.

"Let Haley go. I'll drink."