Chapter 190

When she was about to grab a taxi, a Bentley came out of the garage.

The windows lowered. Franklin smiled. "A good husband must be a

good driver too. Get in the car."

Sylvia was speechless. She wanted to say that she didn't care if he

was a good driver because they'd gotten divorced.

Sylvia, who had always been sharp-tongued, said nothing this time.

She was going to meet someone.

Arriving at the destination, Franklin looked around and frowned.

"What are you doing here?"

It was a shabby neighborhood. Some buildings seemed to be falling

apart.

The air was smelly.

It was a disgusting place to stay in.

"To find someone." Sylvia got out of the car and said curtly, “Thank you,

go back."

In a broken room, a man in his thirties was drinking.

With a messy beard, he looked depressed.

Beside him squatted an eight-year-old boy. Seeing that the man was

drinking unhappily, the boy couldn't help crying. He shouted, "Dad, stop

drinking."

He knew his dad had been in very bad health lately. But they had no

money to go to the hospital.

The man spent all the money he earned on alcohol.

He didn't care about his health at all.

“Leave me alone.” The man shook the little boy away.

The boy was so young that he fell on the ground.

Suddenly, a woman's cold voice sounded at the door, "Brock Davila."

Brock slowly opened his drunken eyes, looked at the beautiful woman

at the door, and said gloomily, "Who are you?"

“I'm your savior."

Ten minutes later, Brock washed his face, tidied his clothes, and went

to Sylvia.

He looked nice.

The little boy also sat obediently beside him, staring at Sylvia with big

eyes.

“I haven't been filming for a long time." Brock still remembered how

cruel Sylvia could be.

They were poor, so they had a well in the yard from where they fetched

water.

There was a water tank next to the well.

He would never forget the fear and suffocation he felt when Sylvia

pressed him directly into the water tank.

She asked him, "Sober up?"

Brock was almost choked. Of course, he had sobered up.

So now he obediently cleaned himself and sat there, listening carefully

to this strange woman.

Did she want him, a loser director, to film for her?

That sounded naive and ridiculous!

Brock refused without even thinking about it.

“Don't jump to the conclusion. Keep the script, read it, think about it,

and then contact me." Sylvia put the script in front of Brock, "Mr. Davila,

you have to get up from wherever you fall. Do you want to end up with

such a bad name? Your son is so cute. Do you want to ruin his life?"

Brock's eyes reddened slightly.

He clenched the script in his hand and did not speak for a long time.

He used to be the top student in the directing department of the drama

school. When he just graduated, he wrote a script and made a movie

out of it, which made him famous.

He would never think that he would be accused of plagiarism.

Roland Simon, his good friend, stole the script from his computer and

made it into a movie before him. His film was also being filmed at that

time.

His filming was forced to stop because Roland's film was released

before he was finished.

And Roland accused him of plagiarism.

The investor withdrew the investment. The film cost a lot. The investor

sued him and asked him for compensation.

His wife divorced him directly, and what made him even angrier was

that after the divorce, his wife married Roland.

The script was stolen by his wife.

He spent all his money to pay off debts. But there was still a large debt

that he hadn't paid.

He was devastated. So, he drank every day after that.

Moreover, he was banned from the industry. The once genius director

became a shame.

He never imagined that someone would find him and invite him to make

a movie.

His first reaction was that this woman was a liar.

But she brought the script over.

His throat was dry, "Aren't you afraid that I will steal your script and sell

it?"

"Oh, I have registered the copyright of this script, even if you want to

sell it, no one would buy.” Sylvia said lightly, "Only you and Roland

knew the truth of what happened back then. Don't you want revenge?"

"I do, desperately.”

“I can help you." Sylvia smiled and looked at him with clear eyes. "I

have the best production team, and I will invite the most popular

actors."

"Why would you help me?" Brock looked at her, puzzled.

She wouldn't help him for no reason.

Nothing was free.

“I am just repaying a favor," Sylvia smiled.

The old man's kind face once again showed up in her head. Before his

death, he said to her, "Sylvia, please take care of them for me."

She promised the old man, and she had been working hard for that

promise.

She was never an ungrateful person.

"Read the script first, and if you agree, contact me." Sylvia put her

business card on the table.

After she finished speaking, she turned around and left.

Out of the neighborhood, to her surprise, she found Franklin was still

there.

People kept looking at the Bentley. No fancy cars stopped there

normally.

Sylvia was surprised, "Why didn't you leave?"

“I'm worried about you. I wanted to wait for you." Franklin opened the

car door and dragged her in. Sylvia, caught off guard, fell onto

Franklin's lap.

Her heart skipped a beat. Her cheeks were burning.

"Did you find the person?”

"Yes." Sylvia nodded.

"Who is it? Does he or she live here? "Franklin now wanted to know

everything about Sylvia.

Sylvia looked at him, feeling weird. Franklin wasn't such a nosy man

before.

But she didn't intend to lie to him. Anyway, sooner or later he would

know it.

“I'm going to make a movie and have Eden starring in it."

"Eden?" Franklin gritted his teeth.