Scars Of A Broken Bond

As Rowell listened to Sabrina’s composed and articulate speech, an eagerness surged within him, and he couldn’t wait for the Luncheon to come.

The scriptwriter and others discussed modifying Molly’s lines.

It was past twelve o’clock.

After concluding the discussion, Peter glanced at his watch and closed the script in his hand. “Well, let’s call it a day. I’ll update you once the next session is confirmed.”

“Okay.” “Thank you, Peter.” Everyone agreed.

Rowell exchanged a knowing glance with Galilea and suggested, “Let’s all have dinner together before heading back. I‘1l have the waiter bring in the dishes.”

it,” said the agent of one of the young

and another individual were

Peter didn’t indicate his stance, so both felt they

this, other actors and assistants stood up and followed suit.

of you. I’ll go,” Rowell said. “I

the dishes. Peter made a brief speech, and someone proposed a toast. Everyone raised their glasses

glasses in toast and drank, engaging in flattery. Only a few of them

to propose a toast to Peter and other key individuals. Then,

winked at Sabrina with a hint of malice in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I have a stomachache, so I

was Galilea’s assistant now, she had to do the honor for her. She picked up her glass and clinked it with the two. “Cheers. I’ll drink