Entering the office, Nathan sat down directly on the crinkled sofa opposite the desk.

Sitting behind his desk, Vicente shot him a look and didn’t speak.

His fingers were working on whatever had the keyboard clicking and tapping all over the place. Looked like he was typing something up.

Nathan didn’t disturb him. He sat there, legs crossed, lit a cigarette and waited.

After half an hour or so, Vicente stopped, stood, and poured himself a glass of water.

“What are you here for? Out with it!”

The blunt tone sent Nathan reeling, who snapped, “What, I can’t just stop by and see you?”

Vicente chuckled. “You wouldn’t be here for any reason but business.”

Nathan had no words. “…”

They were college classmates and had been friends from that time.

Both talented souls, they’d found things to appreciate about each other as they interacted.

It was just that, compared to Vicente, Nathan was more flexible in his dealings, so he’d made good after his debut. A few of his works had later become blockbusters, and now he was a hotshot director.

Vicente was different. He’d had his chance early on, but his temper had got him in trouble with someone big, and he ended up ostracized.

All these years, even with Nathan helping him, he’d never found a good chance.

Nathan knew what his friend was like, so he wasn’t really angry.

He tossed the documents in his hands onto the desk, muttering, “There are some advertisements from the investors. Take a look.”

Vicente shot it a look and didn’t even flip through it. He just grunted without following up.

Seeing that, Nathan found himself thoroughly annoyed.

you personally and you’re here looking like you’re above this business! There is an investor, so can you rein it in with the attitude?

mad at the

up the paperwork and

he tossed it to the side

it. I’ll

Nathan was speechless. “…”

every other normal person is staying away and the people who’re coming in are all weirdos. I’m giving you a choice here.

stirred, his lazy eyelids twitching. Then,

“I’ll keep waiting!”

pick up the ashtray and throw it at

What if the investors leave? Who’re you going to get to invest in you

Vicente didn’t reply.

was starting

he had to

did he even

subject like this, it might be fine for these

of a face

head and gazed straight at Nathan, his razor sharp lips finally

the actress, but

flung out his

a good

“Then who is?”

“Dunno.”

“You—”

almost sprang up from the sofa. Rubbing his temples, he

want to keep doing this, then keep doing it. Let’s see what

he took his clothes and made

he took one step out the door, Vicente’s stubborn

“Lend me your computer.”

rage, “No! Don’t you have one? Why do you

“Mine’s broken.”

the monitor around to face

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