My Extraordinary Wife

“However, Snowstorm wrote me a script. This script is awesome. I’d like to try my hand at acting instead. I want to be the male lead,” Jonathan explained nervously.

“You can look for me for small matters like these!” Wilson snapped as he dragged Jonathan aside. He suppressed the urge to throw him out and roared, “Mr. Nolan is too busy to care if you’ll be acting or not. Get out now! Can’t you tell this is serious?”

“Mr. Lowe, you’ve never supported my interest in acting. Now that the boss is here, I need to take the opportunity to appeal to him.” Jonathan frowned. I can’t possibly rely on Snowstorm for my entire life, can I? What if Snowstorm suddenly stops supporting me? Am I supposed to end my entire career like that? I’m still young and I graduated from Crescent School of Music and Drama! I’ve got good acting and singing skills!

When Lucas heard that Snowstorm was getting a divorce as well, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of calmness.

So I’m not the only one going for a divorce, huh? Even a talent in music like Snowstorm is getting a divorce.

Lucas felt better.

Snowstorm was renowned in the music industry. Although Snowstorm singlehandedly raised Jonathan into a superstar, the genius’ whereabouts were unknown and no one had seen them before. According to Jonathan, Snowstorm is good at scriptwriting as well. What a genius. But so what? So what if Snowstorm’s talented? At the end of the day, even a genius is getting a divorce, just like me.

Lucas’ twisted way of thinking suddenly gave him a headache. Have I gone mad? What happened to my calmness and rationality? It must’ve been because I learned about Ashlyn’s true identity yesterday. That’s why I can’t keep my emotions in check.

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