Since Neil returned to Centrolis, he stirred up some commotion.
Interviews from various media companies came incessantly while film contracts were sent to him like a snowstorm. His agent, Shane, was drowned with the number of scripts they received. A few of the big productions were rather tempting.
"Neil, look at this… The artistic film this director shoots isn't worse than Trinity's. He's won an Oscar before!
"And this. Didn't you want to change up your role and go for the spy action genre? This script is not bad!
"You'll work with a few seniors in this film. The reputation's guaranteed. If you ask me, historical and serious dramas like these will be beneficial to you if you pick them. What do you think?
"Neil Harris, say something. Which one do you want to go for?"
Other actors fought for resources while resources lined up after the award-winning actor Neil Harris. He could just sit there, and good scripts were sent his way.
However, Neil was not in the mood. He took a glance at the scripts and answered flatly, "None."
Shane nearly tripped over himself.
"What did you say?"
Neil pinched between his brows and waved his hand. "I don't want to act in any of them!"
"You…" Shane was so close to pushing up his sleeve to punch him.
He was a top agent in the industry and had trained up several big shots. He had guided Neil when the latter had just debuted.
The actor's powerful family background and outstanding talent paved the smooth way to his award-winning career.
It was just that this man could not be hit or scolded, and it was a huge headache for Shane.
Ultimately, Shane's balled-up fist ended on himself.
Neil jolted and looked at him in surprise. "What are you doing?"
"I'm hitting myself for being useless!" Shane was angry. "I can't even manage an artist. Wasted such good resources!"
Neil coughed a chuckle and patted his manager's shoulder apologetically.
"I'm not the only one you manage. Give out these scripts, and you'll earn lots of favors!"
"What do you want, Neil? A course in Chaiseland, and you studied till you lost your mind?"
Speaking of which, Shane suddenly thought of something…
"Neil Harris!" he yelled with bulging eyes. "That fiancee of yours, it's not true, is it?"
There was a change of expression on Neil's face as he stayed silent.
"It's real!?" Shane was frantic.
This could not be… The man was at the peak of his career and popularity. There was also a bright future ahead of him. How could he get married at this prime time!?
He had also heard that the girl had nothing except a pretty face. She had never gone to school, had no powerful family to back her up, and didn't even have an ID!
Neil had talked to Shane on the phone to brief him about the situation before he took her back. Shane had not minded it much back then, as he just assumed that the actor was having fun. He did not expect the man not to even want to work now!
"Neil, are you being serious?" Shane asked again with a stern face.
Neil did not answer. He slouched on the couch, swirling a glass of whisky in his left hand.
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