C13

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The next day, when I woke up, I was in a room that looked luxurious and strange.

The time was approaching noon.

Beside the bed sat a middle-aged woman who was dressed normally but had cleaned up a lot. She was resting her head on her hands as she dozed off.

I tried to sit up, but the back of my neck still hurt.

The middle-aged woman was woken up by the noise, she immediately stood up and said: "Miss Eyre, you're awake."

"Where is this?"

"Mr. Gao's family. I'm the butler of the villa. You can call me Auntie Li. If you need anything, just tell me."

"Where's Gao Kan?"

"Mr. Gao went to his company, he told you to rest well after you woke up last night. You must be hungry by now, right? I've made some porridge for you, so I'll bring it over right away. " After walking a few steps, she stopped and pointed at the closet. "Mr. Gao has bought clothes for you, you need to bathe, please do as you please."

With that, she left.

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He called me a golden girl, pretended he didn't know me, ruined my dreams, tried to kill me, and now he brought me to his house.

What was this bastard trying to do?

I can't figure it out.

He decided not to think about it anymore.

It took me a long time to get out of bed, and when I looked in the mirror at the dressing table, I saw that the bastard had pinched the back of my neck last night, and the bruises were still there.

He really had to.

I almost vomited blood as I slid open the closet in my bedroom.

It was crammed with all sorts of fashionable clothing. From winter to summer, the sizes varied, including underwear and shoe cabinets.

Judging from the style, style and size, it was definitely not the same person.

So, how many women did he bring back for the night, or how many did he support?

When I looked back at the bed I had slept in, I felt a chill run through my body.

At this moment, seven years of love had become a bitter joke within this pair of luxurious clothes.

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After lunch, I recovered my strength and tried to escape.

But the villa was locked, and the walls were too high for me to get out. The huge villa didn't even have internet, so after a long time, I had no other choice but to sit on the sofa and watch a DVD of a movie.

Just like that, the Auntie Li woke me up at night and gave me a express package.

"This is what the Mr. Gao gave you. He said that you were bored these few days so you can memorize these scripts. Later on, he will have someone bring you to take the audition."

The script? An audition?

What nonsense.

Puzzled, I opened the delivery carton. Inside was a script with the words "The Age of Alchemy" written on it, as well as a copy of the contract.

The cover of the photocopy reads "Actor Economic Contract (E.G Wireless Media Company)", these words, to my sleepiness, immediately shocked.

Flipping through the entire contract, I knew that I was finished and had been schemed against by Gao Kan.

Our handwriting had always been similar, the fingerprints he must have pressed while I was unconscious, the contract details so detailed and detailed that I was not allowed to sing the record, nor had they been improvised.

Perhaps from the moment he planned to shove me out of The Born Singer, he was plotting how I could jump into his trap!

He was trying to kill me.

However, right now, I, who was in a passive position, could only wait for him to make his move.

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The Auntie Li's culinary skills were excellent, and she could chat. Other than not mentioning Gao Kan, she would chat about everything else, and would even cook for me everyday. The wound on her palm healed very quickly, and her nose was not broken.

But without the Internet and no contact with the outside world, it's not going to be easy.

I tore apart the pieces of script that Gao Kan gave me and threw them into the toilet. Just like that, the entire first day passed.

On the second and third day, just like how an underground spy would, I rummaged through Gao Kan's villa, and didn't even let go of his garden. Finally, I found some traces of his previous life in the basement of the villa.

There were his favorite movie DVDs, records and books, his old clothes and school uniform, a guitar with a broken string, and even the school uniform he had worn in high school in Chenchen. There were traces of him growing up, but there was no trace of me at all.

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I still remember that winter, after we made up, he took my digital camera with him and took me to a place far away to take pictures. He made a few pictures for me and said that as big as the Blue Water City, he had never seen a girl more beautiful than me.

He also gave me a guitar with his signature on it, and taught me how to play and sing, which I learned very quickly. By the time he finished shooting the transfiguration, I was able to sing by myself, and he recorded a few CDs for me, saying that after I made songs, those CDs would be sold at a sky-high price.

If it weren't for the memories I read so often, every detail so clear that I could draw them, I would almost suspect that I had imagined all the memories.