On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 233

Rebecca felt as if she had uncovered a monumental secret, and the most efficient way to deal with such a situation was obvious: silence the witness. She was on the verge of tears. All she had wanted was to pick the brain of someone at Patrick George’s film production company, but it turned out he was out of the country for the next month. She was just leaving when she ran headfirst into this bombshell.

Taking a deep breath, she braced herself.

“I’m Anthony George,” he introduced himself.

Rebecca’s smile was more pained than pleasant. “I figured that out about two minutes ago.”

“Did you?”

She swallowed hard. No wonder he didn’t act like a bodyguard. The aura he projected… she should have guessed sooner.

“Are you going to tell Jessica Brown?” he asked.

Rebecca didn’t dare speak. Of course she wanted to, but she knew she couldn’t say that. Anthony George stared at her, his eyes seeming to pierce right through to her thoughts.

Finally, she threw her hands up in surrender. “Alright, fine! Yes, I was going to tell her. You’re a man of your stature lying to her—I don’t think that’s right. Besides, I’ve seen people pretend to be rich, but I’ve never seen someone pretend to be poor. What’s the point?”

“Now is not the time,” Anthony said coolly.

Rebecca was speechless.

“I hear you’re planning to enter the short-form drama industry,” he continued. “You can use all of Patrick George’s resources, free of charge.”

Rebecca’s voice trembled. “Is this a bribe?”

“And your streaming channels need promotion, don’t they? Name any celebrity you want to make an appearance. I’ll give you ten slots. Permanently.”

The tension in Rebecca’s shoulders eased slightly. “How long do you expect me to keep this from her? If it’s too long, it makes me a terrible friend. I can’t do that.”

…

Jessica collected Amy, who trailed behind her, backpack slung over her shoulders, looking sullen. “Why are you picking me up?”

“Your father is away on business this weekend,” Jessica said gently. “From now on, you’ll probably be spending most weekends with me.”

Amy pouted. “If Daddy’s on a trip, I can stay with Mommy Catherine.”

“You have a mother,” Jessica said. “Why would you need to bother someone else?”

“Mommy Catherine isn’t ‘someone else,’” Amy retorted. “She’s my mom.”

Jessica kept walking, her voice firm. “Do you know what a mother is? A mother is the person who gives birth to you. Did Catherine Brown give birth to you? Besides, when your father is away, you can stay with me or with your great-grandmother. Staying with Catherine Brown is completely inappropriate.”