Jessica was one of the most commercially valuable actresses in the entertainment industry.
To put it bluntly, she could make money.
Although Jayvion was not in the industry, he knew many brands were asking Jessica for endorsement, advertisement, and promotion.
With Jessica's help, although the financial problem of the company couldn't be solved at once, the urgent issue could be settled.
"You know what I mean. It's too late today. Let's talk about it tomorrow." Jessica was resolute.
Jayvion did not know why Jessica suddenly changed her mind. He was shocked, but he still nodded and replied, "Alright."
He was already at the dead end. At the time, he had no reason to give up such an
opportunity.
It was midnight when Jessica got home.
After a shower, there were a dozen of unread WeChat messages on her phone.
Ten of them were from Molly and a few were from Carl.
Jessica read Molly's messages first.
"Jessica, are you home?"
"Why don't you reply to me?"
"Carl called just now."
"Say something, please. What are you doing?"
"Do you think this nightgown looks good?"
At first, Molly asked her if she had got home.
Later, she said something else.
"I'm home. The nightgown doesn't suit you."
After replying to Molly, she read Carl's messages.
"About to go home."
"Would you like to have supper?"
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