In a certain sedan heading to this place, Jocelyn Morgan sat next to Director Lowe. She turned her gaze to the scenery outside the window and suddenly rembered sothing—
No contact information for Trevor, how could she invite him for a al??
He ca from Riventhal, would he return there?
With a Lamborghini picking him up, he should be living here permanently, right? At least not just for a three-to-five-day tour.
Jocelyn has a trait, which is that she doesn’t like owing favors. Otherwise, it stays on her mind, making it hard to enjoy herself.
This ti, the favor she owed Trevor was a big one.
If it weren’t for him, she would definitely be taken away by the Aeridian police. Who knows where she would be locked up now.
"Jocelyn, how’s your inco from writing web novels lately?" Director Lowe’s concerned voice pulled her thoughts back.
Jocelyn replied modestly, "Sold a few small rights, and they’re making a TV series, it’s okay, I’ve been quite lucky this year."
"You’re still young, with an active mind. What you write can capture the aesthetics of today’s young people. Well done, keep it up!"
"Thank you for the encouragent, Director Lowe. I will also learn more from you elders and strive to write works with deeper content. I believe that visiting Teacher Walton today will yield so gains."
"Sotis, the things in writing can’t be learned quickly, but you can learn a kind of spirit." Director Lowe told her.
He also said, "Teacher Walton gets up every day at six to read and exercise. He starts writing at ten in the morning, writing for eight hours straight. When you see his schedule on the wall, you’ll feel the need to cherish ti even more."
"Mm-hmm."
Jocelyn felt a surge of motivation. If she worked a bit harder, she could write two books simultaneously.
With this conversation, in five more minutes, they would arrive at the manor.
In the beautiful antique-style manor.
The trees were lush and green, with a winding driveway cutting through. The lovely sunset filtered through the foliage, dappling the clean asphalt path.
The asphalt road was about three hundred ters long, ending in a large patch of lush green grass, with a Lamborghini parked in front of the castle.
In the retro, spacious living room, the ornate crystal chandelier emitted a brilliant light.
"Trevor, there’s sothing I must tell you." Thomas Walton appeared at the stairwell in a brown tunic suit and started descending the stairs.
"Godfather, please go ahead." Trevor stood by the sofa, eting his gaze.
"Do you still rember Mr. Hawthorne?"
"Yes, I rember. He’s the Justice Minister of the State of Aethelburg, the most outstanding Chinese descent."
Thomas Walton approached and the two sat down on the sofa, "He has a daughter nad Jenny Hawthorne, about your age, and wants to make an introduction."
Trevor frowned slightly, understanding his godfather’s aning, but though he was unwilling, he didn’t interrupt hastily.
"First, introduce you to each other. The young lady will be here shortly."
Thomas Walton leaned forward to pour so tea. "I have a few writer friends coming tonight as well, so it won’t be awkward with more people. Just consider it as completing a task."
Thomas Walton took a sip of tea, looking up at him, "Whether you’ll take a liking to her or not is another matter. On this point, your godfather will absolutely not force you."
He knew that in his godfather’s lifeti, love and freedom were what he sought.
He genuinely would not force him.
"Alright."
Trevor replied calmly, showing his steadiness.
Since everyone considered it as completing a task, then it should be done well.
At this mont, the sedan carrying Jocelyn Morgan drove into the manor, passing along the three-hundred-ter asphalt road. The scenery outside was beautiful, with a bit of a dreamy feel.
The car quickly stopped behind the Lamborghini.
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