After Divorcing the Tycoon, I Married into a Wealthy Family Again Chapter 38: What do you want

"Where’s the phone?" She was straightforward.

The man took it out of the bag and placed it on the table.

Florence walked over, picked it up, and looked at it, her tone slightly cold: "What do you want?"

The man was not expecting her directness.

Whether he needed anything or not, Florence needed to distance herself from this, even though the phone could clearly be returned at the front desk or to Lily.

Since he appeared here, Florence felt he was not simply returning a phone.

"I’m an artist under Starrise Entertainnt, just debuted this year." His voice was completely different from the one in Florence’s mory, so she slightly turned away and leaned against the table, listening.

"I just got a secondary male role script, but it was snatched by soone else."

With his appearance and build, he was outstanding in the entertainnt industry. The company couldn’t possibly not support him, so to run into such a situation, they were probably trying to exploit him.

Forcing him to comply.

"I’ll give you a chance in a major production. If you can nail the role, I’ll give you two endorsents as well."

He was startled: "What if I don’t nail it?"

"I’ll get you another drama along with two endorsents."

He nodded.

There was so resemblance in looks, but the temperant was completely different.

"Let’s settle it with this, I hope you get it."

She turned and left the lounge.

The man caught up: "Aren’t you going to ask my na?"

Florence turned her head to look at him: "My secretary will contact you, just wait for the news."

William watched her leave without the slightest hesitation, which was completely different from how she was last night and before when he mistook her.

He clearly saw the vulnerable anticipation in her eyes before and the craving in last night’s kiss.

What kind of man could enthrall her like that?

The resources Florence offered did not keep him waiting long; the next day, he received an audition invitation from the renowned foreign award-winning director Thomas Hart, offering him audition opportunities for two roles.

Moreover, a week later, he received two endorsents.

One was for luxury jewelry, and the other for a food brand.

His manager was quite shocked; an artist who had only played secondary and tertiary male roles and even had little screen ti in variety shows managed to bag a luxury endorsent.

And there was also an audition invitation from a famous director.

"You refused the capitalists who coveted you, so who did you end up seducing?" The manager had always wanted to use him as a pawn to extract profit.

With outstanding looks and a family background without influence, he was easy to manipulate, but now... he found a benefactor on his own.

"It’s none of your business." He glanced at his manager and earnestly studied the script.

He passed the audition, albeit for a tertiary male role.

"Huh!" The manager gave him a glance and left.

William flipped out the business card Lily had given him earlier. After so hesitation, he called, only to be t with an out-of-service tone.

He hung up the phone and saved the number.

At that mont, Florence had just landed in France and was t by Adrian Morrison, as she was here to attend a banquet.

The person who handed her the invitation was soone she t last ti in France, a major player behind the scenes at SN.

This banquet was for the wedding of the youngest son of the Carlson family, who were involved in the technology sector and were currently a leading force in the industry, gradually expanding into other areas to build a powerful business empire.

Oliver, the son of the chairman of the Carlson Group, was the one who handed Florence the invitation.

Florence, of course, wouldn’t miss this opportunity.

Power, status, and wealth were abundant at this wedding, and Oliver said there was no ordinary person present.

Upon arriving at the hotel, Oliver had been waiting for her for a long ti.

"Beautiful lady, we et again." Oliver approached her for a hug: "It’s an honor that you accepted my invitation."

"I’m fortunate to receive your invitation."

As one of many children in the Carlson family, although he was part of the family, he hadn’t seen a bit of involvent in the family business.

However, he was lucky to have chosen SN Capital along with Florence, and the prosperity SN brought ant he was no longer invisible in the family.

The wedding was tonight, and she had no extra ti to rest; the stylists had already been waiting for her, and Florence went to the banquet venue with Oliver.

The wedding took place in a white castle, and she didn’t appear during the day ceremony, as the evening banquet was the main event.

Florence handed her prepared wedding gift to the responsible person, while Oliver first went to find his father, and Florence entered the ballroom alone, beginning to blend into this glitzy, shadowy place.

She held a glass of red wine and sat down in the lounge area, watching the crowd on the dance floor.

After taking two sips of wine, a handso young man with blond hair and blue eyes ca over and extended his hand with a smile: "Hello, beautiful lady, do I have the honor of inviting you to a dance?"

Florence smiled and shook her head while holding her wine glass.

The handso young man showed a look of disappointnt and regretfully left.

He left, and soon another ca.

After refusing three in a row, when the fourth person ca, Florence agreed.

She joined him on the dance floor, and the handso man inquired about her na and residence, feeling regretful upon learning she was not a permanent resident of France.

With a perfect spin on the final turn, Florence released his hand with a smile, waved, and turned to leave the dance floor.

Her slender and graceful figure, with long hair lightly cascading, moved like a lively, jubilant sprite.

Oliver was waiting outside the dance floor and smiled upon seeing her co out: "I should have co in earlier to ask you for a dance."

Florence smiled: "I’m more interested in eting the person you want to introduce."

"Of course." Oliver led her to the upstairs lounge.

The young elite in the lounge sat around the table and didn’t seem surprised to see Florence’s arrival.

"Hello, Stella." It was Florence’s English na.

Just sitting down, the man beside her greeted her with a smile.

"Hello, Eli."

Apparently surprised that she knew him, Eli nodded in astonishnt.

Those who could sit here weren’t simple people, and the purpose of the eting seed only to get to know each other... The atmosphere wasn’t particularly awkward. Florence exchanged business cards with a few people, and eventually, so left first.

Florence didn’t leave; the remaining few sat on the sofas nearby, and soone handed her a glass of wine. A woman smiled at her: "Don’t ntion it."

Florence nodded.

"Oliver." Soone’s interested gaze landed on him: "Your brother married the daughter of the Polaris Conglorate—are you guys planning to...?"

He didn’t speak, but the implication behind the words was clear.

A union within a comrcial empire is either to strengthen each other’s position or to seize power by using influence.

Oliver only gave a faint smile: "Sorry, I don’t know."

He didn’t want to talk, so the person had no reason to linger.

The woman who handed Florence the wine was nad Siya; she was the sole heir of the Maureen Family, or rather, she made herself the sole heir.