Semua Bab Second Chance at Love: From Divorcee to the Billionaire's Bride: Bab 791 - Bab 800

Just when they thought they'd found hope, the bad guys caught up with them.During their escape, his best friend fell off a cliff. When Bobby was finally rescued and led them back, they found his friend's body, mangled beyond recognition. He was devastated."I'll start now!"In an instant, Ian transformed. He walked heavily toward a chair, his expression gradually filling with pain.Kneeling beside the chair, he reached out as if to touch "him" but couldn't bring himself to do it. Tears silently rolled down his face.The director checked the script and signaled his assistant to remove the chair, simulating the scene where the friend's body would be placed in a body bag.At this, Ian broke into heart-wrenching sobs.His emotional outburst impressed everyone watching on set.Mr. Lloyd looked proud, and the director, as if discovering a treasure, praised Ian after his performance: "Your acting reminds me of your father in his prime.""If I'm as good as Dad was at my age, imagine

Due to jet lag, I was already exhausted though it wasn't dark yet.Ian was drooping too, suddenly slumping against me.Worried he'd fall, I quickly steadied him.He glanced at me before contentedly closing his eyes again.He was completely worn out.Mr. Lloyd, who had been chatting with the director, noticed this and quickly wrapped up his conversation to join us.Still half-awake, Ian instinctively held onto my arm when his father reached for him."It's your Dad."At my words, Ian let go.Mr. Lloyd picked him up and strode toward the car, while I gathered Ian's things and followed.On the way back, I offered to drive.Mr. Lloyd was quiet. I turned on the car's music system, and soft music filled the space.Having debuted overseas as a trainee, Mr. Lloyd's fingers unconsciously tapped along to the rhythm on his leg.At a red light, I caught this movement in the rearview mirror.Mr. Lloyd had been an all rounder superstar - consistently among the top three highest-earning

She took my card - could she be working at the Mary Institute?I tried calling back immediately, but the line stayed busy. After several attempts, I researched the institute online.Over a hundred years old, the institute only hired the top experts in pharmaceutical research.For privacy reasons, they didn't publish staff information online.I found nothing about her.I wanted to tell Luke but feared giving false hope. Better to confirm first.As my racing thoughts calmed, exhaustion hit. I yawned and headed to bed.The next morning, I felt refreshed after a deep sleep.Just after my morning routine, the doorbell chimed. "Room service," came a crisp British accent.Strange - I hadn't ordered anything.Through the peephole, I saw a server with a cart. I opened the door."There must be a mistake."He checked his order slip. "Placed at 6:30."I was barely awake then. About to protest, I spotted a box of Belgian chocolates on the cart.Luke. Of course."My friend must have o

She flashed me a smile.One look confirmed she was Sophie Walker.She was nothing like the rebellious artist I'd imagined.I'd pictured someone in bold, avant-garde clothing with an air of casual rebellion.Instead, she was polished and elegant, completely changing my preconceptions about young contemporary artists.I wanted to introduce myself but wasn't sure how.I returned her smile and entered the gallery.The exhibition was split in two sections: Sophie's work and pieces by her friends.I'd seen Sophie's work online. Compared to her previous pieces, these showed remarkable evolution - like a famous actor once said, "like putting clothes back on, one piece at a time."Her formerly bold, passionate style had transformed into something more subtle and alluring.Each painting captured a different woman's unique charm, bringing them to life.Sophie had given them souls; they seemed to breathe through her brushstrokes.When I used to visit galleries with my parents, they'd e

To support Mr. Lloyd without financial restraint, he worked freelance jobs alongside his lab position.Having such a devoted fan must make Mr. Lloyd happy.They'd only met a few times, but Mr. Lloyd knew he was quiet and remarkably composed, even around his idol.I needed to be careful about asking about Luke's mother before understanding this fan better.After parking, we entered the lobby and spotted the fan by the window."That's Greg," Mr. Lloyd said quietly.Following his gaze, I saw a burly white man.He had a full beard and was playing with a Rubik's cube.We approached his table."Ah, there you are," Greg said in deep British accent, barely glancing at me before returning to his cube."This is my assistant, Jen Middleton."Greg nodded slightly."Please sit," Mr. Lloyd gestured.Talented people often have unique personalities - I didn't take Greg's behavior personally.Greg pushed the menu toward Mr. Lloyd. "I've ordered mine. Order whatever you'd like."Working a