Honey, I'll Make You a Star (Margaret and Charleston) novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45 Closing The Window

Artists also had rest days, but their rest days differed from that of regular jobs. The holidays of Galaxy Entertainment's artists would only begin after the shooting of an event is wrapped up.

Margaret got five days off because she had just finished filming Ancient Star.

This meant that she only had to return to the company after five days.

After the meetup with Zachary, Margaret returned to her house. She took off her shoes and was about to enjoy a good rest when her phone's notification tone sounded.

It was a text from Charleston.

"Come down." The message stated.

Margaret opened her window. As expected, she saw Charleston standing downstairs.

For a second there, the scene was a gorgeous sight - with a luxurious car parked behind Charleston's tall figure and handsome face.

Charleston seemed to have felt her gaze because he lifted his eyes and looked up.

Their eyes locked in an instant.

Margaret curled her lips in annoyance and closed the curtains. She then blocked his phone number.

Out of sight, out of mind.

F*ck the cruise party. All she wanted was to get a good rest, so that she could replenish her strength and earn more money.

The bed was soft and inviting. With Margaret's delicate face buried in the white pillow, the skin on her face looked even fairer.

Margaret was half asleep when she noticed something amiss. She quickly turned her body over.

When she opened her eyes, she could've sworn that she saw someone in her house. Sure enough, when the intruder's face could be seen, she let out a scream. "Charleston, how did you get in here?"

She had closed the window and the door.

Was it possible that this man could walk through walls?

"The key." There was a something silver in Charleston's hand. "The property agent gave it to me."

"You..." Margaret was about to comment on the property agent's unacceptable behavior. How could they take someone's privacy so lightly?

Then, it suddenly occurred to her that money really could unlock all doors. Moreover, she was not the owner of this house. She was just a person who lived in it.