"If you didn't say anything, that's fine. You have to keep this a secret for me. I don't want too many people to know."
"Okay, I've got it. Don't worry! If I've got any other good jobs, I'll tell you about it."
"Sure. Thanks."
Laura hung up and sat there for a while, staring into space, then took out her phone and tapped into her bank account's remaining balance.
Looking at the four-digit number there, she had to laugh bitterly.
No one in this world could have imagined that someone like her – a proper up and coming actress, who'd won awards, who was now reasonably famous, who was a new star being showcased by the company – only had three thousand to her name!
Celebrities were supposed to have unlimited potential in the eyes of the public, so how was it that when it came to her, she ended up like this!
Laura sighed. At that moment, her phone suddenly rang.
She looked at the caller, her face changing rapidly.
Her finger hovered over the decline button, but after hesitating for a while, she still took the call.
On the other end, there came a raspy male voice.
"I thought you wouldn't take the call. Looks like you still aren't that heartless."
Laura walked to a quiet corner and muttered, "What did you call me for?"
"Me? I miss my sweet daughter, of course, so I'm calling specifically to ask about you!"
Laura raged, "I already told you, I have nothing to do with you! Stop calling me your daughter, my name's Davies, and yours is Jackson; we're not blood-related!"
The caller chuckled.
"Is that so? But I did raise you for ten years, and plenty of people then could have proven that you're my daughter. Now that my daughter has struck it rich, you should be helping your old father, shouldn't you?"
Laura's eyes reddened as she steamed.
"Didn't I give you money three months ago? You've gone gambling again, haven't you?"
The caller clearly sounded guilty.
"No, I just... tried my luck, who'd have thought my luck would be that bad?"
"I don't have money!"
Laura roared without even thinking about it. "I already told you to stop gambling, but you just wouldn't listen and came to me every time you lost it all. You really think I'm an endless piggy bank? I don't have a single cent to my name right now, and even if I did, I wouldn't give it to you. That's that, I'm hanging up!"
With that, she hung up right away.
The man called her several more times, but Laura didn't take it.
In her fury, she up and dragged his number into her blacklist.
To the side, Iris the assistant walked over.
"What's wrong, Miss Davies? Why do you look so upset?"
Laura hurriedly reined in her expression and forced a smile. "It's nothing."
"Oh, that's good, then. Right, I wanted to ask for a day off. It's my mother's birthday tomorrow. I want to go be with her for the day. Is that okay?"
Laura blinked, then hurriedly nodded. "Of course, that's nothing. Go back right away tomorrow."
Iris smiled and nodded gratefully. "Thank you, Miss Davies."
After getting off work at night, Laura dragged her lone, tired body back to the hotel.
The moment she got out of the car, a hand clamped itself over her mouth and dragged her to a corner.
She struggled desperately but was no match for her captor's strength, and could only let herself get manhandled.
The moment the hand loosened, she tried to scream, but a familiar voice rang out. "It's me."
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