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.”

take care of it,” said the agent of one of

another individual were competing

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

this, other actors and assistants stood up and

you. I’ll go,” Rowell said. “I have already ordered

stepped out of the room briefly and returned a few minutes Later. The waiter served all the dishes. Peter made a brief speech, and someone proposed a toast. Everyone raised their glasses

their glasses in toast and drank, engaging in flattery. Only

time, the young man’s agent took the initiative to propose a toast to Peter and other key individuals.

Sabrina with a hint of malice in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I have a

assistant now, she had to do the honor for her. She picked up her glass