Chapter 1042: 485 Identity_3 Chapter 1042: 485 Identity_3 Keanu Ledger stepped forward and said, “Arthur, hello, my na is Keanu Ledger, I’m Sullivan’s agent.”
As the saying goes, no one smacks a smiling face, Arthur grinningly said, “Quite a decent young man, are you married yet?”
Keanu Ledger was taken aback, and shook his head honestly.
“Well then, I….”
“Grandfather…” A cold voice cut in.
“You’re taking this matchmaking thing a little too seriously.”
Arthur glanced at him: “Boring.”
The man pushed his wheelchair past Keanu Ledger.
Keanu Ledger stared at the face close to him, his brain had crashed.
Although he had been ntally prepared for this, actually witnessing it was still sowhat hard to bear.
He pinched his thigh fiercely.
Good, it hurts.
...
Not dreaming.
Anton Cook yawned as he ca down from upstairs and lazily greeted, “Grandfather, good evening.”
Arthur blew out his beard and glared, picking up the shoe on his foot and threw it at him, “Why aren’t you celebrating the New Year out there, and why are you back?”
Anton Cook nimbly dodged and avoided it completely.
“Grandpa, don’t be angry, it’s not worth it for soone like to spoil your health.” Anton Cook ca over, patting the old man’s back.
Old Mr.
Cook suddenly grabbed his ear: “Where’s my granddaughter-in-law?”
“Ouch, Grandpa, my colleagues are here, can you spare so dignity?”
Sheila Cook covered her mouth and snickered.
Keanu Ledger could hardly hold back his laughter.
Old Mr.
Cook, like an old playful child, was disciplining the proud Anton Cook like a little boy.
“Spare your face?
Do you spare mine?
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The boy next door brought his child ho, Old Chen has been showing off his great-grandson in front of all day, it’s driving crazy.
Don’t co back ho if you don’t bring back a granddaughter-in-law.”
Anton Cook choked back a laugh: “That Chen Jianwei is a jerk, he got an underage girl pregnant and had an illegitimate daughter.
It’s a cri.”
Old Mr.
Cook paused for a mont, then slamd the table in anger: “Damn that Old Chen, he was always up to no good when he was young.
His grandson is just as much of a jerk, and he even has the nerve to show off in front of .
I’ll report him.”
“Sir, can we start eating now?”
The helper ca over and asked.
Cello Cook nodded.
Keanu Ledger’s al was eaten with discomfort, like a sword hanging over his head, a fishbone stuck in his throat, like sitting on pins and needles, although the food tasted quite good.
The Cooks’ table manners were very good.
No one spoke during the al, even the little girl’s eating movents were as elegant as a little princess.
Finally, they got through it.
The old man watched the news, Cello Cook and the secretary went to the study, and Sheila Cook played gas on her tablet.
Anton Cook led Keanu Ledger up to the bedroom.
Once the bedroom door was closed, Keanu Ledger jumped up without warning, excited as if he had won the lottery.
“Sullivan…you…you are actually Cello Cook’s younger brother?” Glancing around, Keanu still felt as if he was dreaming, it was just too unreal.
“I am Anton Cook, not anyone’s younger brother.” Anton opened the piano, his fingers carnation across the keys as he began to play a lody of ‘Wedding in a Dream’ that echoed around the room.
“Isn’t it good to be a rich son?
Why co and stir up the murky waters of the entertainnt circle?”
The fingers of the young man flew across the piano like lively butterflies, a divine lody flowing from his fingertips.
Keanu Ledger could hardly resist the urge to slap himself.
His question was simply incredibly stupid.
It was at this ti that Keanu Ledger finally rembered the main business.
“Sullivan, tomorrow at nine in the morning, Broadcasting Room No.1 at HQ, the first rehearsal, don’t be late, I’ll pick you up at nine tomorrow.”
His words were answered by the pleasant and smooth piano music.
Keanu Ledger sighed, “Your fingering is becoming more and more proficient.
The music industry has wasted your talent, you should be recognized as a genius pianist.”
Striking the last piano key, the echoing sound lingers around the room as the young man’s slender fingers rest on the keys.
“A good pianist can be a musician, but a musician is not necessarily a good pianist.”
“You’re right, we are simply geniuses after all.
Furthermore, regarding the contract termination, I need to discuss it with you.
Your contract with Aspen Entertainnt is about to expire, what plans do you have in mind?”
Aspen Entertainnt would definitely not want to let him go, but the small company no longer had room for Anton Cook.
After knowing his identity today, he dared not harbour any hope.
“Terminate it.”
Keanu Ledger wiped his tears, he knew that this was the inevitable result.
“Why are you crying?
You can’t bear to part with your old company?
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