"If you really think so, I won't deny it. Shawn, you have been helping me since you became my agent, and I have never treated you shabbily. It was you who pointed out a path for me. Indeed, I can refuse the choice, but since I have said that I believe you, I have to go on this path."
Joey decided to move Shawn by reasons.
"On our way here, it's not easy for you to hold me from a little-known actress to a A-lister. We have stepped on the shoulders of many people. Do you really have the heart to see me being beaten back to a no one?"
Shawn knew Joey too well. Looking at her pitiful face, he didn't feel anything. Joey now put all the blame on him. It seemed that it was reasonable to put it together on her persona.
Shawn still remembered that two years ago, when he just met Joey, she was just an extra in the crew. In some scenes, she had already been out of the movie without even taking a picture of her front
e suppressed cry of Wanda. He felt a sharp pain in his heart. Quincy stretched out his hand and rubbed his heart. What Wanda had done surfaced in his memory again. A woman like her had already surpassed all actors in acting. He had been lied once. Why didn't he learn?
She didn't deserve his heartache.
Quincy strode into his room.
Wanda was too weak to cry. She slid down the door and looked at the check in her hand. She couldn't stop crying and laughing.
On the second morning, when Quincy passed by Wanda's room, he found that the door was wide open and everything was neatly packed. It seemed to have become a natural habit of Wanda. No matter how late she got up in the morning, she would insist on cleaning herself. Although Quincy had reminded her that there were servants at home.
But what Wanda said was that she didn't like others to enter her room. She didn't feel warm until she cleaned herself up.