Evelyn stared at the woman in her forties before her. The pronounced crow's feet, age spots that not even thick makeup could cover, sagging skin, and deeply etched nasolabial folds – all marks of time that couldn't be erased. And yet, through these traces of years, she recognized Margaret, her stepsister who was only a few months younger than herself.Evelyn's mother had passed when she was just twelve, and her father had remarried, bringing Margaret into her life. The two girls, of similar ages and classmates, clashed within months until their grandmother intervened and took Evelyn under her wing to calm the waters.But later, Evelyn fell ill with a life-threatening disease, and after their grandmother's death, the treatment funds left for Evelyn were "borrowed" by her stepmother for Margaret's private study abroad.These grievances were carved in Evelyn's heart. The mere thought made her grind her teeth, itching to pummel Margaret. But now, perhaps the shock of waking up to a world

After the meal, Quentin inquired about Evelyn's plans, "We can reclaim the house, but it will take a couple of days. Do you have a place to stay until then?"The question struck a chord with Evelyn's current predicament. Of course, without the house, she had nowhere to go. Her closest relative had been her grandmother, now deceased, and any distant family ties had long since been severed over the past twenty-five years. Friends? Evelyn’s social connections had dwindled to none since her illness struck shortly after starting at the film academy. The only constant had been her boyfriend, Lucas. The thought made Evelyn's brow furrow slightly: “I don't have accommodations, so I was planning to rent a place to stay until I can reclaim my house."Quentin nodded, tentatively broaching the subject of finances—a delicate matter given their newfound relationship and her likely unfamiliarity with current economic standards, “Mother, do you have sufficient funds to cover your expenses?”Evelyn ha

After leaving her room, Evelyn instantly regretted it.The mansion was a labyrinth of similar-looking rooms, with occasional glimpses of elegant little nooks furnished with quaint tables and sofas. She felt as if she had wandered into a maze.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she found the stairs and hurried to the third floor.It was only then that she realized she had no clue which room Quentin was in.She should have asked that Susan lady earlier, or perhaps sought out the bowtie-wearing butler again.After aimlessly wandering for a while, feeling increasingly dizzy, she clutched her head and sighed, deciding that her primary goal now was to find her way back to her own room.But just then, a door opened beside her.Quentin stood there.Dressed in a relaxed blue shirt and simple silk trousers, he looked less intimidating than he had during the day."What's wrong?" he asked, seeing her.Seeing Quentin felt like spotting a lifeline in her moment of despair. "Quentin, I final

As Evelyn stepped into the auditorium, every seat was filled, and several latecomers stood in the aisles, craning their necks to get a better view. The female students, in particular, were ecstatic, screaming and cheering for the movie star on the stage.Evelyn squeezed her way through the crowd, standing on the steps to catch a glimpse of Lucas. Sure enough, she spotted him.Lucas, the renowned movie star, known for his outstanding acting skills and numerous hit films, was a sensation in the industry. Even at forty-five, he still exuded the same charm as his younger days, attracting millions of fans. Among the female students of the Capital Film School, there were undoubtedly many of his admirers. Seeing Lucas personally come to the school to give a speech, they were filled with excitement as if they had been injected with chicken blood.Evelyn couldn't help but feel a surge of determination. She had to find the headmaster and secure her return to the film school. She wanted to make

Even after they returned to the villa in the Maybach, Evelyn was still playing with Quentin's phone, amazed by its features. In her time, there were no convenient gaming devices like this. No, this was more than just a gaming device—it was a combination of a gaming device, computer, TV, and telephone. It was perfect, allowing her to go online, watch movies, and binge-watch TV shows anytime, anywhere.She was having so much fun when suddenly, she muted the sound on the phone. Her fingers continued to swipe and tap, but there was no longer the usual amazement, admiration, or excitement.Quentin was originally working on his tablet, but when he noticed this, he looked up at his mother.His mother, who was several years younger than him, was sitting on the couch, her long dark hair slightly disheveled from leaning against it. She stared at the screen in disbelief, her face filled with indignation.Quentin silently sat there, waiting for her to speak.Sure enough, after a while, she exclai