After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 276

Brock was confused as he hadn't drunk the liquor.

Right then, his son returned home from school. Seeing him holding a bottle of liquor, the boy snapped stubbornly, "Drink again. I'll run away from home."

Brock glared at him. "Did you empty my liquor?"

"Humph! I'll empty your bottles if you dare to drink it again." The boy put down his schoolbag and started to work on his homework.

He had recently become aggressive toward his father, especially for the drinking matter.

Brock couldn't do anything but put down the bottle. His son restrained him strictly nowadays.

Noticing his reaction, the boy curled his lips into a smile while writing his homework.

The method that the pretty lady taught him last time worked well.

Recently, his father had been studying a playscript, and the boy was delighted.

He would never want to live with a drunkard anymore, although Brock was his father.

...

When Sylvia woke up again, it was already dark.

Feeling exhausted, she got off the bed to wash her face.

The night breeze blew into the room. The air was filled with peace and silence.

Sylvia turned on her phone and saw two incoming calls from an unknown number.

Frowning, she gazed at the number for a while but couldn't figure out who the caller was.

However, she dialed the number to call back.

"Hello?"

Brock was sleepy, with no TV set or computer in his shabby apartment.

When he felt bored, he wanted to sleep.

His phone, however, suddenly rang when he almost fell asleep.

The caller was Sylvia Andrews.

Instantly, Brock sobered and swiped to answer enthusiastically, "Hello, Miss Andrews. This is Brock Davila."

"Mr. Davila, did you call me earlier?" Sylvia was amused by his tense tone. "You called me twice. Did you make up your mind?"

"Yes, Miss Andrews." Brock looked excited, his heart racing. The excitement that he would return to be a director again surged in his chest.

Earlier during the day, he had been desperate. However, he had a ray of hope now.

Sylvia called him back.

She wasn't a liar!

"All right. Come to see me tomorrow morning." Sylvia sent the lab's address to him.

After the conversation ended, Brock still felt dizzy, wondering if he was dreaming.

He would film a good movie upon an excellent playscript for real.

Although he didn't like the crew, he believed he could teach them well. After all, he had no right to be picky with actors and actresses.

He had no longer been the proud director as before. Instead, he was slightly self-abased.

His life in the past few years had tortured him, but he still wanted to be a director in his favorite industry.

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In the early morning, Eden was woken up by his agent. Rubbing his messy hair, he looked at his agent sleepily. "What's your problem? It's so early now. I didn't finish recording the variety show program until 2 A.M."

He almost went nuts.