[When a mission is almost impossible to complete in less than a week, you’ll only receive one mission for that period.]
I twitched in irritation. The system hadn’t even given much ti for the Freeze My Debt mission!
[That’s because the success rate for that one was still high, while this mission is nearly impossible to complete in less than a week since all the auditions under Brix Entertainnt won’t even start until about five days from now.]
[That’s why the reward is big because it’s considered a combined mission.]
[Besides, isn’t it exciting to enter enemy territory? This way, you’ll get to know your HUSBAND better!]
I hissed under my breath and snapped in my mind, ’Can you please stop shouting every ti you say the word husband?’
[No, Host.]
[You must be constantly reminded that Lando is your HUSBAND!]
Penny really knew how to test my patience, but setting that aside for now, if no one in the Brixton family liked Lando, didn’t that an my chances of passing the audition were practically zero?
After all, I was his wife, and people’s hatred often spilled over to anyone close to the person they despised.
No wonder Penny didn’t make it a requirent for to actually pass the audition.
I leaned back on the sofa and let out a long sigh. If things were like this, then I’d have to do two auditions at the sa ti.
[Even though I gave you that note, it doesn’t an you definitely won’t get accepted.]
[Green Leaf Production House may be under Brix Entertainnt, but it’s still managed by a different team. There’s a chance your na isn’t that well-known yet.]
Penny was right.
Even after the bullying video spread, people still referred to as "Madeline’s sister" instead of using my own na.
Maybe that would finally change once Vivienne started spreading the advertisents to the dia.
[There’s a chance you might still pass the audition, but Penny would suggest you take two options just to be safe.]
I didn’t argue with her because she was right.
I quickly sent a ssage to Marissa, letting her know I planned to audition for two dramas at once: Love Beneath the White Umbrella by Green Leaf Production, and My Boss’ Obsession by another production house.
Honestly, I wasn’t too thrilled about the second one. It had a few sex scenes, and while I didn’t have a problem with that professionally, it still made a little uncomfortable. However, as long as the actor was respectful or the producer decided to use a stunt double, I could handle it.
Still, it wasn’t the kind of story that excited . Deep down, I hoped I’d get into the high school romance instead.
After sending that ssage, I put my phone down. I’d been scrolling through the Zentra App way too much lately. Half the reason was because I loved seeing how my account kept growing ever since I started posting daily skincare routine videos featuring my cats, and the other half was just ... doomscrolling.
"Helcia."
I turned my head and saw Lando coming back into the living room, pushing his wheelchair.
He had changed out of his business suit into sothing more casual. His hair looked a little ssy, probably because he’d just dried it with a hair dryer after washing it.
I bit my lower lip, wondering why he sohow looked even more handso when he was dressed casually and a little disheveled.
"Mr. Rowell will be arriving earlier than planned," he said. "So he’ll be joining us for dinner tonight." Then he added, "Is that a problem?"
I blinked a few tis, a little surprised. It wasn’t really sothing he needed to ask about. After all, he was the owner of the house, so he had every right to decide who ca over.
"No ...," I said slowly. "It’s fine."
"Okay," he replied simply.
It was in that mont I realized he really was acting like a proper husband, the kind who respected his wife enough to ask before inviting soone else to dinner.
Holy shit, I didn’t expect it at all.
Right after the sun went down, Ethan arrived at the manor. He smiled at as he said, "Good evening, Ms. Orszebet."
I smiled back at him. "Good evening, Mr. Rowell," I said warmly. "I hope the traffic wasn’t too bad."
"Ah, it’s not a problem." Ethan let out a small laugh. "Besides, I’m always happy when I get invited here."
It seed like this wasn’t his first ti visiting the manor, a clear sign that he was one of the few people Lando trusted enough to know about his real identity as the owner of Zentra dia.
Still, wasn’t that a little strange? Lando hadn’t even let Ethan keep the video of , yet he trusted his lawyer so much that he’d shared one of his biggest secrets.
[Host, your HUSBAND probably cares more about your safety than his own.]
I quietly clicked my tongue. Penny really needed to stop shouting every ti she said the word husband.
"Please, co in, Mr. Rowell," I said with a polite smile. "Let’s have dinner first before we talk about business."
Honestly, I was kind of glad too. It wasn’t often that I got to have dinner with Lando. Usually, the only ti we ate together was when we t outside, since our schedules rarely matched, or maybe it was just that his schedule was always unpredictable.
We ate quietly in the dining room, a comfortable kind of silence filling the space. I noticed Lando would occasionally push a dish closer to whenever I reached for sothing, like he was paying attention to what I wanted.
In return, I made sure to refill his glass every ti it was empty.
It wasn’t much, but in that small exchange of gestures, dinner sohow felt a little warr.
After dinner, we moved to Lando’s office so we could talk in private.
"Ms. Orszebet," Ethan began, his tone calm but serious, "your debt may be frozen for now, but that doesn’t an it’s been completely cleared from your na. To make sure your record is truly clean, we’ll need to attend a court hearing first."
He paused for a mont before continuing, "The problem is ... sotis it’s not easy to get soone like Mrs. Davenport to actually show up in court."
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