He never takes care of himself. The little kid concluded.

“Go away. Don’t disturb me!” The man shoved the kid away.

The kid lost his balance and fell onto the ground with a plop.

Suddenly, a female voice rang from the door. “Greg Maxwell.”

Greg opened his eyes groggily and gazed at the gorgeous woman standing at the door. He muttered, “Who are you?”

“I’m here to save your life.”

Ten minutes later, Greg washed up and returned to Ashlyn.

He seemed mild-mannered and handsome enough.

The little boy sat by his side and stared at Ashlyn innocently.

“I haven’t shot a movie for some time.” Greg could still feel his heart clench in horror upon recalling how vicious she was.

As they were poor, there was a well right in front of his house. Normally, they’d get water from the well.

was also a water tank by

never forget how Ashlyn held him by his collar and flung him into the

only question she asked was, “Are

to death. There was no way he’d still be

up obediently and sat down, listening to what the stranger

woman asking him—the

thought as he

script to Greg. “Mr. Maxwell, you need to climb up from where you fell. Do you want to be scolded for the rest of your life? Besides, look

reddened

his hands and

the valedictorian of his class in the Department of Directing at UCLA. He even wrote his own

be tied

finished shooting earlier than he

stop shooting

even reprimanded him for

middle of filming and had accumulated some expenses, so the investors brought him to court and demanded him

most was that his

in stealing his script in the first

off his debts, but

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